 And I went at it. Several minutes later, after I'd already cleared about 10 to 15 yards worth of pine needles, I looked back over my shoulder, and there was Trent leaning against a tree, watching me with a big smile on his face. And that's when I realized my mistake. I'd focused so much on my expectations that I didn't accept my son's best efforts. Now I was doing the work I had asked him to do.