By Tricia Goyer, author of Generation NeXt Parenting
I walked into the grocery store with my youngest son on tow.
“I'na walk,” my almost-three-year-old said as we approached the shopping carts.
In a good mood, I decided to let him. This will be a learning experience, I thought as I watched his small body bound down the aisle in leaps. I didn't realize then that I would be the one doing the learning.
On his own two feet, instead of riding inside the cart, Nathan encountered the grocery store as an exciting adventure. “Look Mama!” He stopped in the pet section. “Cat ball!”
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