Charlene had a morning meeting, so I had drop off duties for the boys.  First stop was Middle School to drop off my 13-year-old son Jacob.

We said our goodbyes (mostly a mixture of grunts and “bye”) and Jacob exited the car.  I watched, as he started out on the sidewalk.  Then Jacob promptly headed on a diagonal path toward the school’s entrance.  A diagonal path across the school lawn.  Across the school lawn that is covered in snow.  Through the snow, while he was wearing tennis shoes.  Tennis shoes that had a hole in them.

Yes, I could take a pretty good guess that by walking across the snow, my son would have cold wet feet for the next few hours.

Such are the joys of watching your kids grow.  Watching them forge their own path in life.  Even when the path they choose involves cold wet shoes.