6 knees, 4 of them skinned. Wait, make that 5. Sure, I worry about their physical well-being. One is trying to learn how to ride a scooter at the ripe old age of 2. The other two are ready to push boundaries with tree climbing and bike riding far, far away. But what really gets me is the uncertainty of whether their psyches will come through childhood intact. Skin and bones mend so much more easily than spirits.
Maybe it should reassure me that Griff's first reaction when he hears the word "anxious" is to consider the less common definition. All he could focus on was his eagerness to get to the South of the James market this morning. Squiggles of impatience surrounded the words when he closed his eyes to think about it.
I guess we're ok, so far...right? Knees and all?