All in a day’s work…

Today, my son and I set out for the park after breakfast.  This is always an interesting task, because no matter how many times I tell him that we will be doing something fun in a bit, he always ends up throwing himself on the floor in a tantrum…apparently mommy can’t move fast enough.  Before going out, we have to get up, get dressed, change a poopy diaper…or two, fix and eat breakfast, feed the dog, clean up the kitchen after breakfast (I hate coming home to a mess). Then there is the task of getting myself presentable, putting shoes and socks on us both, coats, bottles, snacks…and by the time 10am rolls around and we are ready to go, I’m exhausted.

So, we did all this today, and did end up at the park with two of my friends and their little ones.  It’s so interesting to me to watch how different aged kids interact.  My son, at 19 months seems to like other kids, but doesn’t get the concept of playing together nicely.  He saw another little one digging in the sand with a plastic shovel, so he went and took it from the other child, and then looked at him like he was crazy for crying.  After explaining to my son that we do not take toys from other children, and giving the shovel back, he happily trotted off as if nothing happened.

He is fearless, I had to climb up a rock wall to keep him from falling off a 10 foot platform that he was about to step off of, and the next moment I saw him sliding head first down a slide with his hands stretched out in front of him like superman.  I think he did this on accident, however was laughing as he careened toward the end of the slide-head first.  I’ve noticed that while my son has not inherited my gift of gab, he has inherited his daddy’s speed.  That little booger is quick!  His friends (who are both older by six  months) cannot keep up with him, nor are they as fearless!  I never thought I’d be climbing all over playground equipment as a grown adult, but I did today-to keep my son from getting a head injury!

He finally got tired, and we left the park.  He fell asleep on the way home after dumping his milk into his cookie cup.  I actually took a nap with him.  Guess I need to go to the gym and get in shape so I can keep up with him!  I have definatley run off all my pregnancy weight with him!  He woke 3 hours later, and we had lunch.  I have discovered he really likes to “help” me bake things.  Today’s project was minature pecan pies, and tomorrow’s project is chocolate pumpkin cheesecake.  I put the chocolate cookies for tomorrow’s cheesecake crust into a baggie and gave him a meat mallet and let him go to town on the cookies, which he thought was great fun!  My son who does not sit still for even a minute, is so enthralled by cooking that he stood on the chair at the counter beside me for almost an hour!  I did, of course, give him some cream soda and a grahm cracker to keep him occupied…but I couldn’t believe it!!  IT WORKED!!  He dumped some of his cream soda into a measuring cup and took a spoon and stirred it for all he was worth-then dumped that into another bowl, and back to the measuring cup again.  I love getting to know this little being God has given me.  He has a spirit that I adore more every day.  I wonder daily about what God has created him to do in this life.  Today I wondered if maybe he will grow up to be a chef, or a sky-diver?  Only God knows, but I have such anticipation in my heart at the journey that lies ahead of us!  A friend of mine wrote about how she enjoy’s opening gifts.  This is my gift-each new day is a present to be unwrapped.  Each little accomplishment fills my heart to overflowing!  I have to admit, this has been a rough week for me-I’m getting over the flu and have just been feeling down in the dumps.  However today, while standing at the kitchen counter with my son while he “helped” me, he reached over not once but twice from his kitchen chair perch, and hugged me, and looked up and smiled with that baby-toothed grin, and lit up the world around us.  Somehow the smile of my child has the ability to erase everything bad, and replace it with His innocent goodness!

Goodyear

Goodyear

Today’s photograph is the Goodyear Bicycle my dad learned on. For many, learning to ride a bike is another tidbit of memory to be stored away and pulled out on those days when you need a lift. There’s nothing quite like the carefree feeling of coasting down the hills on the farm-feet off the pedals and hands close to the brakes; careening precariously out of control, yet loving every minute. This exhilirating ride went on and on, well after the sun had set and the fireflies were blinking all around.
As I look at this photo today, I’m anticipating the day when my husband and I are teaching our son to ride his first bicycle, and seeing the joy on his sweet, little face when he rides for the first time by himself. Part of the joy of being a parent is it’s ability to bring the wonder and magic of childhood back into your life. We get so caught up in our own world of rushing that the small pleasures of life are forgotten. I believe the blessing of a child is God’s way of bringing that anticipation of what’s around the corner back to us.