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He Did

Kenzo's class was supposed to go sledding up at Izumigadake a few weeks back, but the trip got postponed due to a lack of snow. It had been a light winter snow-wise up to recently. Mother nature is making up for that now.

So today was the big day. Finally some real mountain snow sledding. Not just papa pulling our sled through our little neighborhood park while constantly pausing and quietly cursing.

Kenzo took it super well when the original field trip was canceled. He's learning little by little how to roll with things. When the announcement came that field trip would on the 31st he was so excited. I wrote it on the calendar on the wall by the kitchen. He loves looking at the calendar and figuring out what things we'll be doing and how many days it is until they happen.

After all his anticipation and telling Eri and I pretty much daily how he can't wait to go on the sledding trip, this morning as we were set to get in the car and head to the kindergarten bus stop he looked worried. I had a feeling this might happen. He's a sensitive and cautious little guy. He was getting cold feet.

"Papa, I think I'm scared of going on the sled." 

I was trying to remember if Daniel Tiger had a ditty for situations like this.

Kenzo started to sob a little, so Eri and I both told him he didn't have to do sleds if he didn't want to, and that if he was scared or nervous all he has to is tell his teacher and he can just watch.


I couldn't wait for him to get home this afternoon to find out if my prediction was right, that he was going to have an amazing time snow sledding.

I was right. He did.

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