Today, one of my mom's groups (I belong to four) arranged for a trip to the local firehouse. I have always wanted to go on a firehouse tour, so I was pretty excited, and hoped that the kids would have a good time.
William was painfully shy. He peaked around my legs as the fireman put on the gear and demonstrated how the face mask worked. He hung back and was last to sit inside the fire truck, all the while very serious. When it came time to hold the hose, I had to push him forward. It was a little like torture, he didn't smile or seem to enjoy himself.
When it was all over and we go into the car to leave, he said "back." He wanted to go back, see the man, look at the truck. He talked about the siren and man all the way home.
My son is so much like me. He has so much fear and anxiety inside of him, that he doesn't enjoy the moment. But upon reflection, he finds so much good to remember.
And so I keep taking him to new things, so that maybe he will get past himself and enjoy the moment more and more.
Wynn, on the other had, was all smiles. She loved the truck, the hose, and wanted to run around. She dances to an entirely different song. It's a great song, I think she'll be teaching me things soon.
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