John Deere Tractor | Jackson’s Best Day Ever
"I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!" he exclaims as he whizzes past us in the backyard, pushing the pedal, laughing excitedly. I watch as he fearlessly takes the hill head-on. The wheels spin for a moment, as if he were stuck in the mud or snow, but they regain their grip, and he is flying across the hill, behind the swing set, giggling the entire time. I watch his golden hair fly upwards in the breeze, his body lurching back every time he presses that pedal, as if he is surprised at the speed it has.
He speeds down the hill, but instead of taking the downhill head on, he cuts the wheel to the side and looks as if he might tip over. As his mother, my breath catches and I am afraid for a moment he may flip over, but my fears are eased just as quickly as they came on. He rights it and screeches to a halt on the patio. It’s one of those moments that I want to jump in and help, but feel immense pride when he accomplishes something on his own.
He sets to work filling the bucket, tossing in all of his trucks and toys. The first time he over fills it, and it dumps out before he can drive away. His toddler temper sets in and he hops off the tractor, kicking his toys with an angry face. Grandma helps him re-load a reasonable amount of toys into the bucket and he speeds off again. He nearly runs into my legs as he comes to a stop and dumps all of the toys out in front of me. He asks if I am glad that he brought the toys to me at Target. I tell him I am so glad, and he is off again for another load. Back and forth he goes, until the sun begins to set. He tells us that he hears the sounds of the night, and that he is thinking about parking the tractor in the garage now. Except the way he says it makes us laugh, because it sounds more like car-rodge than garage. I walk him around to the front of the house and help him park his toy for the night.
Before my grandparents leave, he showers them with affection for bringing him his new favorite toy. I, too, am touched by their generosity, and tell them so multiple times, although I have a sneaky suspicion that it was just as much for them as it was for him. As his mother I am now in on their secret: watching my boy be so excited over a toy that he couldn’t have dreamed was his own is the adult equivalent to being the child who is receiving it.
Thank you so much Grandma & Grandpa Rusty for the Tractor, he loves it so very much.