The playground from another view
Tin’s love of going to the playground knows no bounds – all you have to do is say park and he brings you his shoes. And it’s at the playground where I notice that every day that ticks by he grows, develops, acquires, learns and all of this is about him pushing off of me to gain entry to these thresholds. “Need Mommy’s help?” – a resounding “NOOOOOOO.” Every once in a while he reaches out for my hand, briefly, just to get to the next ledge but then quickly he drops me like a hot potato. While he is suspended from the monkey bars, he makes sure I am not holding him (so I hide that I am).
How come at his age he doesn’t know that one day I will no longer be here and I will be who he misses the most?
December 4th, 2010 at 11:51 am
and how good that he doesn’t. Hard enough when it actually happens, why screw up a happy childhood? We (they) need that. I understand what you’re saying though.
December 4th, 2010 at 12:04 pm
You’re so right – good point Alice.