5.02.2006
in the swing
This afternoon, after our first "itsy-bitsy yoga" class, baby and I went to the playground. She loves the swings. There is no goal to this kind of play: She doesn't yet understand the idea of "go higher!" And she doesn't seem to care how long she swings; when I say it's time to stop, she accepts that it's time to stop. The pleasure is in the doing, purely in the moment. She leans into the backswing, eyes closing, then shoots forward into the rush of wind, her sly smile erupting into a squeal. Each oscillation is a new experience as far as she is concerned. There is nowhere to go, but that doesn't matter.
On the good days, this is what motherhood is like for me.
On the good days, this is what motherhood is like for me.
