July is gone. So are my Fridays off during the summer months - May, June and July. I was glad to see them go and return to a normal work schedule, but another reality has set in for me - HOW WILL I MOW THE GRASS? Those Fridays off were my lifesavers for yard work, but now, no more.
Let me set the stage for you. I have a two-and-a-half-year old son who wants to do everything that I do. He wants to use whatever tool I am using. Nothing seems dangerous to him.
I am a single parent who cannot afford to pay someone to mow my grass. Thanks to the lack of rain, I haven't had to mow it in over a month, but thanks to recent downpours, part of my yard looks like a jungle. I can't mow it when he is napping since I can't hear the monitor. I worried about how to mow it with him being at home and awake. Will he try to get in my path? Would he even let me?
So, I asked my Dad to come over and watch him while I take 45 minutes to mow my grass. At 9am, my Dad was not here, so my son and I attacked the garden. My son did great. 45 minutes later, we are done, it's time to mow and my Dad was not there. So, I pulled out my mower and asked my son to get his mower. As I filled my mower with gas, he copied me with his mower.
Off to the front yard with both mowers! Now is the moment of truth. I warned him that my mower was loud and that he had to stay a certain distance from me to be safe. I pulled the chain and took off.
The next 45 minutes were completely shocking. My son followed either behind me or beside me at a distance for the front, side and back yards. I shouted every now and then how well he was doing. He shouted every now and then how well I was doing. When we finished a section, I turned off my mower, we exchanged high fives and decided which section was next.
I literally jumped for joy when we were done. I could not believe that my toddler son let me mow the grass. I pushed my mower under the house and went to lock it up. Nope! My son shouted that he too had to put up his mower. He walked this toy mower right behind mine under the house chest full of pride.
One day, I will have to beg my teenage son to mow the grass. One day, he will refuse to hang around me and do things with his mommy. Today was not that day. Thank goodness.