It was seven-year old paradise, a new playground. So many places to explore, equipment to try, fun to be had.
I was skipping along behind him, my mood was buoyant, I was ready to play.
We climbed up a hill, raced around the corner and there it was glistening in the sun……The GIANT slide.
No pausing, no looking back , he was going for it. Whoosh, off he went. Feet tucked up high guaranteeing a super slippery and fast ride.
I looked for the path, the “grown ups” way down. Not today, no way. Ok here goes.
I flicked my legs through, (ok I was trying to sound graceful). I shoved my legs through, perched my bottom on the slide and away I flew.
It was fun, I was happy, I even considered a second turn.
As I rose to my feet there he stood. Mouth open, eyes wide and the look of bewilderment on his face. It was as if he had never seen me go down a slide before .
Ouch, my heart felt that uncomfortable tug and then the knot in my throat grew as my heart-strings were yanked.
My kids are growing up and it is very possible my precious memories may not be memories for them at all.
He may not always remember the hundreds of times I pushed him on the swing.
The endless slides together, while perched on my lap, and beanies bobbing in my face.
Not even the weird wacky walk I have after squeezing my legs up on the see-saw.
Days with my toddlers pushing swings and holding them tight in case they may fall.
These memories are etched into my heart and my soul.
They are both so much bigger now, they climb, swing and slide with no help from me at all.
I am a spectator now, watching them play. Stepping back, offering up independence and the chance to explore their physical capabilities. This natural progression is what helps us all grow.
Mum playing at the park still has its time and its place.
I am glad it was today and I still dearly hope this delicious memory lasts forever, in us both.
Have your children forgotten things you have done together? How do you feel?