This morning, we leave for our first day of Walk-to-School. It’s our 5th year of walking that mile together, but I’m worried I’ll be mostly alone. Children have grown up; they’ve moved on to middle school so quickly.
It was fun while it lasted.
But then I see them coming: new families! One mother pushes a stroller, and her 1st grader joins me and shows off his new sneakers. I was that young mother 5 years ago.
Two other new girls join us on our mile even before I’m down the block.
A whole new group of young children now carries on the walking tradition, and I’m so happy I could cry.
All together, we’re 21 folks strong by the time we near the school.
And so we walk on.
Don’t you love seeing a tradition carried on?