Caroline was so brave and rode so many big-kid rides. Most of these required an adult (namely, Rob) to ride with her. She loved it, Rob was pretty green around the gills by the end of the day.
Hands down, the highlight of the day was Gabe. He and Drew wanted so badly to drive the mini go-carts. We had little concern about Drew being able to drive the go-cart by himself. We weren't so sure about Gabe. We bought him a ticket nonetheless, and crossed our fingers. When the teenage boy running the track explained to Gabe about the brake, accelerator, and how to steer, Gabe didn't (seem to) pay a lick of attention.
We were concerned.
Drew pulled out first and started rounding the track. Rob and I exchanged worried glances, would Gabe be able to do this?
Shame on us for doubting him. Once he saw Drew out on the track, he pulled his go-cart out and chased him down. There was no stalling, he didn't hit anything, he was driving that go-cart, and driving it well. The killer.....he was so very nonchalant about it. It was no big deal. He reacted like it was something he does on a daily basis.
To most parents, this would be no big deal. For Rob and me, this was HUGE. He listened, he followed instructions and he did it without any help from us. For three minutes on that cloudy Saturday in September, he was a normal six-year-old boy.
It's a memory we will cling to for a long time. Any time we doubt him and his ability to handle a situation, we will remember those go-carts.
Give the kid a chance, and he just may surprise you.
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