It was the first day because it was January first, 2008.  It was a day of laughter for many reasons.  We were at the neighborhood annual sledding party.  It was fun and food for all the families around.  But for me there was a fresh first out here in the frosty forest.  Little man, the bounciest, most rambunctious of our pack was assigned to me to supervise.  The others prefered the steeper more challenging sled runs.  So they all were off experiencing the rush of speed.  Little man and I were on the bunny hill.  He at the old age of three, didn't remember other winters.  So sledding was new and scary. 

Now I am usually so taken up with teaching my other boys that Little Man and I have only a little time together each day.  More often than not it is only enough time for a good round of Green Eggs and Ham or Frog and Toad.  But this New Year's Day was a peek into the future for me.  Little Man learned to sled on his own.  I taught him.  Perhaps that doesn't sound like a  terribly amazing feat for a mother to do with her son.  But I have this mothering issue that I promised myself that I'd never have.  You know, the one where the first born has two million baby pictures and each child there after has fewer and fewer until the baby of the family has a high school grad picture and that's it.  So believe it or not, a friend taught Little Man to walk.  His brother's taught him to write his name.  His gramma taught him to do puzzles.  And on we go.... Well so I probably taught him something, but I'm sure I was on autopilot and I don't recall it at all. 

Anyway there we are out on the snow he was laughing and we were sharing a great moment.  Then I realized it.  I am going to have a great future with this guy.  I'm homeschooling!  And I am going to get to teach him many more things.  We are going to have more days of laughter. (and many of frustration too, I know)  But this baby is mine for his childhood and I get to love on him and watch him grow.  We are going to have a life of laughter.