He wears his helmet every day whether he rides his tricycle or not, my 3 year old son.  His favorite place to wear it:  the car. 

And I let him.  

He laughs and says he feels amazing when he wears the protective piece.  And I agree.

Because who am I to take away amazing?

But one day, he’ll change his mind.  Some one will see him and say his helmet is not amazing. 

And he’ll believe them.

I dread that day.  I wish I could protect my son’s spirit from what society says is and is not amazing. 

Until then, I’ll sneak peeks of his sweet face from my rear view mirror.  And laugh with him when his happy helmet giggles bubble from his belly and spill all over his brother and me.

And that’s amazing.

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Tags: helmet, Reichen, society, tricycle

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