TruMama

I’ve been going to this playground for days and days.  Years and years.  It’s the playground at my school.  I’ve only ever seen it through the eyes of a teacher.  Until today.  I saw it through the eyes of your mom and it was a totally different place.  A new world.  Like somewhere I was visiting for the very first time.

For 20 minutes every day I stand and I watch.  Not so fun.  Today…I played.

We slid down the slide over and over again.  We even went up the slides.

We climbed.

We flew the plane.

We played in the wood chips.  You threw them all over me and thought that was the funniest thing ever.  Yeah, it was!

You like to use your hands to pretend you are a crane.  That’s how you move stuff.

We explored.

A dandelion wasn’t just a weed, but a handful of fluffy white wishes.

You even found a hole to stick the leftover stem in!

We played chase.  Of course you got away.  I have a hard time keeping up with you.

You have no idea how good you are for me.  You make everything new and special.  I forgot what it was like to really play on a playground.  I stand there everyday, but never once remembered.  Never once had that youthful feeling of no worries or decisions to make except what to play next.  You brought that back to me.  You bring me back to myself every day.