There is 10 acres of land behind our home that is officially land locked with no access for home building. Within this undeveloped parcel of land is a long line of power lines that cuts its way through the forest and up into the state of New Hampshire. There are several dirt bike trails that weave in and around the power lines. My husband has a 4 wheeler that he uses to plow our driveway in the winter. From time to time, he likes to take Weston and Nicholas on a ride on some of these trails.
Lately, however, a group of about 12 young boys has begun to utilize these trails. We can hear their dirt bikes as they accelerate up some of the massive hills. Yesterday, Pete and Weston decided to investigate.
As they neared the power lines, several boys were riding around on dirt bikes. When they saw Pete and Weston, they stopped to say hello. Most of the boys were older than Weston, probably about 14-16 years old. Weston was surprised that they knew his name and nearly jumped off his seat when he realized that one of the boys was one of his high school mentor's named JP, a very cool, football playing upper-classman.
The young boys welcomed Weston without prejudice or judgement. They asked him questions and talked to him about riding. For the first time in a long time, Weston felt accepted. He felt like he belonged.
The boys are some serious riders. They wore the color coordinated riding gear and matching helmets. Weston was, without a doubt, impressed. He also noticed that many of the boys wore the loose fitting pants that expose the men's boxers beneath. It is a style that many of the young high school boys have embraced. To me it looks uncomfortable, like their pants are about to fall off. But what do I know, I am just an adult and a very uncool one at that.
Pete left Weston alone with the boys so he could enjoy socializing by himself for awhile. When he returned he was a new child, happy and smiling to himself.
So I guess it is not surprising that today Weston came out of his room wearing a pair of loose-fitting shorts with a pair of boxers underneath. It is the first time in his life that my son actually cared about what he wore!
He is finding his way in this world this summer and it is a good start. God bless the summer months!