After a weekend full of snow and a couple days of rain –
yesterday it finally felt like spring. In honor of the glorious sunshine,
Max and
I went to the park after dinner.
It was a short trip because bedtime loomed
around the corner…but
it was wonderful just to have the ability to run
over to the park
and burn off some energy.
Being that we hadn’t been to this particular park in some
months,
I was surprised that Max basically didn’t need my help
with really anything
except the monkey bars. He was running all over,
sliding down the slides,
crawling through tunnels, and climbing up
the tallest ladders. He only wanted me to slide down the slide
next to him ONE time.
Last year at the park, he needed a lot of assurance that
we
would be at the bottom waiting for him…especially on
those bigger twisty
slides. And I would hold my hands out and
say “come on down, I’m here”. I didn’t think about it then –
the impact of
those words. “I’m here.”
I’m here not
just to catch you…but to tuck you in.
And, help you on the potty. And kiss all your boo boo’s.
And tug your
jammies over your head at night.
And play trains and push the swing and on and
on.
It’s funny how being a parent can make you so introspective.
It's safe to say I never had a clue how much
my parents were there.
Sadly, until recently, I probably didn’t
appreciate it as much either. But, man
– all the driving me to school,
helping with band uniforms, paying for flute
lessons,
dress shopping, and you know, basically everything that formed
me into
the responsible person I am today.
It’s a lot. I totally get that now. My brain
basically never shuts off.
(Please tell me you’ve seen that meme comparing a
woman’s brain to a computer with 100 tabs open?)
or rather when he falls – for as long as he’ll let me,
I’ll still be at the
bottom. Still giving it my all.
Still loving him. Still believing in him.
xoxo
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