Playgrounds have to be one of the greatest inventions ever.
If my children have been good all week and the weather is nice, then I will usually take them to the playground near school on Friday afternoons. It’s our way of ending the busy school week and starting the weekend in a fun way.
There’s nothing particularly special about this playground, it just happens to be conveniently located on the drive home. There aren’t even any swings, which are my favorites. I love trying to go as high as I can, the wind blowing my hair around, and feeling that second or two of being suspended in the air before gravity pulls me back down.
Anyhow, watching my children run around, play, and have not a care in the world, I’m reminded how blessed I am to be their mom. I’m reminded about the simple joys of life. I’m reminded of this good advice: Never get so old that you forget about having fun.
Hearing the various children at the park laughing, watching them cleverly use their imaginations, feeling the low sun on my face as the day begins nearing its close… All of these things truly help me to regain some balance in my life and to revive a childlike joy in me that often gets neglected throughout the week. Even if I am not playing with them each time, it’s still wonderful to observe their fun and to appreciate these special moments.
Yes, there’s something magical and wonderful about playgrounds. Wouldn’t you agree? I’m already looking forward to next Friday and the fun we’ll have at the playground. Maybe this time, I’ll be the one to add some chalk art.
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