The other day, in a hurry to hustle my kid home from school & get him to 1) wash his grubby hands, 2) eat a snack, 3) see if he was thirsty, 4) go over his homework (did I tell you I’m repeating the 1st grade?), & 5) play chess with him (more “homework”), he stopped me as we were walking away from the aftercare building past the playground.
Hiro Protagonist: “Can I swing, mama?”
I hesitated. “Yes. Of course! Yes.”
So I watched him pump his legs higher & higher, the wind ruffling his hair a little, a big smile on his face. YES.