The other day, after work and a photo session, the kids and I had to wait for Scott at the park. It has been extremely busy lately, and I am afraid that I have missed fall. As we waited, I pushed aside my long to do list that was burning in the back of brain, and was present with my kids. I am going to miss the next few years of their lives, if I am not careful.
The day was perfect. The air was thin, but not too cool. The leaves were bright, with some trickling off the trees, one by one. I could have stayed at that park, with my kids for hours. Being lazy, I sat down on a swing and started to move. The next thing I knew, my son joined me, and he soared through the air. Swinging has been one of his favorite activities since he birth.
Ana also hopped into the fun. She has never had the desire to actually learn how to pump and keep herself going. I have tried “tough love.” You know, I say, “I will give you one push, and then you have to keep going.” Well, being the charmer she is, she manages to compensate for my meanness, and always finds another kid, including her brother, to push her. If she can’t con someone into helping her, she usually jumps off the swing and skips to another activity. On this day, for some reason, I really wanted to swing. I mean, I really wanted to put my desire to swing over her desire to join us. However, I did give her the one push that my mean momma self gives her at the park.
At one point, I looked over at Ana and noticed that she was attempting to pump. Her body swayed back and forth, her legs went forward and back, forward and back, forward and back…
“Mommy, I am moving by myself! I am swinging all by myself! I can do it!!!” she exclaimed in her high-pitched-over-the-top excited voice. She was moving ever so slightly, but moving all the same. She didn’t give up and kept gaining speed, little by little. Baby steps, but successful.
“Look at you go, Ana! I love how you are working so hard on moving your legs and your body! Yay!” I let out a huge sigh of relief, my
little big girl was going to learn to swing by herself sooner than later. YAY!
Magic happens in these little moments and I cherish them all.