Primo and I scootered home together. I was relaxed, confident that he was balanced, alert to traffic and obstacles, in possession of adequate energy, enjoying the experience of the movement, and seeming calm and happy in himself. Maybe, in short, he seemed present, centred. I found myself riding alongside him, but my mind was drifting into thought -- not about him. Not feeling the need to draw him out, to be on high alert for a plethora of unexpected difficulties, including emotional and physical exhaustion; not feeling shut out, frustrated, instrusive. I doubt I could have entered such a mode without feeling that he was truly OK.
A new year, a new school, new support people, new knowledge; we are in a good place!
Companionable silence is a milestone.
