A few weeks ago I told you what Sundays look like at my house. Tracy takes Mac on Mommy-and-Baby-No-Mamas-Allowed-Mall-Dates and I stay home and write this blog. It’s a good routine. But this March Sunday was full of June-like sunshine and Tracy informed me that it would be a Mommy-and-Baby-No-Mamas-Allowed-PARK-Date instead.
“Oh, that sounds like fun,” I replied, “I’m sure he’ll love the swing.” And then I headed to work. While there I started to think about how much fun my son and wife would be having and my heart started to race. It occurred to me that I would be missing his first time on a swing! How could I not have realized that?! With panicked breath I texted my wife and asked her if I could crash the date. She graciously allowed my intrusion but informed me that she was actually already at the park and asked if I could pick her up some Perrier water on the way.
He was already on the swing! I jumped in my car and raced (obeying all traffic laws of course) home. I certainly wasn’t making a stop so that Tracy could have water with carbon dioxide in it. The park is relatively close to our house but it’s even closer to the parking lot at the daycare centre. The sign told me that parking was not permitted but my son was experiencing the near-flight feeling of his first swing and there was no time to worry about such things. I parked and raced toward my family.
|Unless, of course, your child is about to swing for the very first time. In which case, please disregard.|
So I didn’t spend any quality time with my computer on Sunday. I didn’t make a pot of tea and sit down to pour my heart into the keyboard. Instead, I poured my heart into this smile. I hope you’ll forgive me.
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