Saturday, In The Park

I know it wasn’t the forth of July, because it was today.  After two and half sick days inside the house, most of it spent in my bed, the kids were finally on the mend.  And I was stir crazy.  They weren’t a hundred percent, but they were well enough to squabble over electronics and places in the room. So, I thought we would try to get a few groceries – necessary for the upcoming school week, since A1 takes her lunch every day.  But upon arrival to our favorite store, a fight over who got to drive the grocery cart ensued.  And because I could sense myself losing control, I led the cart back to the corral and took the kids to the van.  Without putting a single item inside of it.  After leaving the store, I was feeling good about not exploding in a loud voice, but feeling sad because there wasn’t any other errand for us to run today.  So, without really thinking too much about it, I drove to the park.  It was so nice to watch the kids run and play together, and not have to hold one or worry that they were going to run out into traffic.  It was fun to push them on the swings and go for a little trail walk with them, and tell them how I used to imagine being a frontier woman at this same park when I was a kid.  They spent time jumping off of stumps of trees that had been recently cut down, and enjoyed being in “flight” as they left the wood and landed on the earth below.  I remember these same trees standing tall as a child, a source of shade and refreshing cool from the hot summer sun.  I enjoyed telling the kids about my childhood, and how I played at the park just like they were doing today.  I loved seeing the wonder in their eyes as they realized that we aren’t so different, them and I.  Of course, the park was fun, but we couldn’t stay there forever.  And so, off we went, for another adventure at the house.