The weather is once again quite beautiful. It's not too cold, not too warm, but it is, unfortunately, a bit too windy. For Haevyn. Not me. She's such a wimp. Ok, she's only two, she gets a wimp-pass. Aside from this being winter and the temperatures reaching 60 and 70 degrees lately, the wind has just been ridiculous. It seems to be the only thing that realizes it's supposed to be cold. It's the only indicator that this is not, in fact, Spring or early Summer just yet.
On this beautiful day, like we often do, we went to the park. The same park. In the same neighborhood. We even walked the same path we usually do. Out the door, to the left, around the bend, to the right, to the left, across the field. Park. Shoot me. This is so boring. I love parks. I love taking my kids to the park. But there is just nothing fun about this park. Teenagers come here to have sex, drink, smoke pot and write crudities on everything their markers can reach. I do not care that Dank was here, nor do I care that Vibe is going to kill Dank because Dank loves Dink. I mean, ok, first off, Dank, Vibe, and Dink? At least come up with better nicknames. Give me some quality reading material. You know, like when I was in school.. "Sarah K. likes it in the butt! Call her! 555-4525" or "Jeremy M. is a FUCKING PLAYER! Don't go out with him! Unless you want HERPES!" You know.. this is useful information. Sarah K. and Jeremy M. may not have appreciated being the subject of the stall wallversation, but alas..
Anyhow, back on point. I just do not care for this park at all. Haevyn is too little to walk to the next nearest park which is exactly one half mile away from our house. She tires out and then I have to carry her and whatever stuffed or plastic toys she decided to bring with us on our venture. She refuses to ride in the stroller now that she's a "big girl" and I refuse to waste the gas to drive us one half mile away.
So, this park. It has a decent size field for all of the billions of burdock stickers that attack you as you walk through it. It's great for kids that coaches hate that need to practice soccer, baseball, football, etc. We don't actually need to keep these kids from bleeding anyway, right? This field is massive. Full of stickers and gopher holes. Haevyn thinks it's hysterical to jump on these piles of dirt that have been dug up. It's cute, but one can only stand around watching this bizarre game of hopscotch for so long. There's a building in the center of this huge field that resembles what can only be described as a pedophile shack. To the best of my knowledge, having never let my children explore said building, it's supposed to be some sort of restroom. I think I'd prefer outhouses to this creeper looking building. Once you make it to the actual playground, it's full of mulch. Not uncommon around here, but still pretty gross considering all of the sticker plants sprouting everywhere. So now you've got mulch that sticks to clothing as well as the stickers and littles that can't maintain balance falling down and getting things caught in their precious chubby hands. It's a disaster. The play equipment isn't too shabby. It's one of those all-plastic-jobs that was made to be a type of playground/obstacle course/exercise combo. The smaller kids can play on the lower levels and slide down the shorter slides while the bigger kids (or, the toddlers that think they're bigger, like mine) can climb to the tops of things and slide or propel down bars/chains, go down swirly slides or tunnel slides, etc. There are also swings.
This brings me to the point of the post today. The swings. I'm bored out of my skull watching Haevyn take the same path she always takes when we come here. Every now and then she'll change something up and I get excited until I realize this in no way effects anything I get to do. It was so much more fun when she was teeny tiny and I could lead her up and around and slide down and catch her as she jumped off of things and pick the stickers out of her pants and hands.. But since she's gone off and turned 2 she doesn't need mommy doing these things for her any longer. So mommy is instructed to stand back and watch. So, I do. I stand back and watch. Often taking pictures, you can never have too many pictures of your kids. Even if it is the 495823rd picture of her going down the slide. Sometimes I will wander around hoping to find some sign of intelligence from the teens that write on everything. Sometimes I will count the number of tiny alcohol bottles or cigarette butts or whatever else I come across, kicking them into a pile on the far side of the playground hoping that whoever is in charge of maintaining the place will think to put a trash can nearby eventually. Every now and then I'll come across something just so fascinating I have to break out the phone to snap a picture of it as well. This doesn't happen often, but every now and then..
So, the swings. Sorry, I am easily distracted today, it would seem.
Today I decided I did not want to stand around bored. So I plopped down into a swing. Ow. My ass is not swing-material. It squeezed my hips and thighs and I felt like my butt cheeks were making some comical overflow image behind/under me. But I didn't care. I kicked my feet. I remembered the "kick out and lean back, lean forward and kick in" and began to remember back to grade school when we would see who could go the highest. Now, this was a challenge today because I weigh significantly more these days than I did when I was in grade school. I decided to risk it. The worst thing that was going to happen was I'd end up falling on my ass and having to pick out stickers. I put my faith in the construction of the swing set and kicked my legs. Higher, and higher, and higher. Leaning back. Feeling a bit nauseous. Then a little sea sick. Then it went away and I started watching my feet. I watched as my feet went higher than the slides, then higher than the entire playground equipment. This is where things got interesting.. I decided to take a picture. To remember today as one of the happy times. Trying to take a picture of your own feet while you're swinging fairly high in a swing is difficult. I implore you to try. But I did it.
Oh yes. I did. I actually took a few. Some facing this way, some turned around facing the other direction. This way just looks so much cooler. So I swung in the swing until I felt as though the swing and my ass were going to fuse as one. I leapt up and out of the swing praying that my ass wouldn't catch the rubber and cause me to flail about until I landed face first into the painful mulch. But, I didn't. I stuck it. I smiled and looked around, watching Haevyn still going up and down the same way she always does. She didn't even notice that I'd just had a moment. That I'd enjoyed being here. That the boredom had flown the coop and childish enjoyment had taken over. She didn't notice. Nor would she have cared. She gets immense amounts of enjoyment doing what she does already.
The wind was still blowing cold, her nose was starting to run and my booty was too sore to plop back into a swing so we decided to walk back home.
Maybe tomorrow I'll squeeze my ass down a slide. We'll see.