Sitting at the park, I was watching my three-year-old daughter and my thirty-three-year-old husband climb the ladder to the top of the tallest slide. The cockles of my heart, well, they were warmed.
I never thought I'd see, much less enjoy a day at the park. I've never really been one to enjoy humid air or hot temperatures. But today... today was different.
Tiny Girl was chasing and being chased by a fellow Giggle of Preschoolers. She was one of them. I think every mother is a little scared that their baby won't be accepted by their peers. Today was not that day for Tiny Girl.
I'm sitting on a bench with my trusty sidekick, Supertiny (Tiny Girl's two-and-a-half-month-old sister). We call her Supertiny only because she is smaller than the rest of us. She is definitely not tiny amongst her peers, particularly sporting her 6 Month Onesie.
I suddenly hear a loud shriek emanating from Tiny Girl's mouth. It's always amazed me how a mother can identify the exact noise of her child(ren) and instantly know when to panic. I glance over and it appears that one in the Giggle has gotten on the merry-go-round where she wanted to. She's told by Dear Husband to go to another opening and that it's fine. The Giggle is, again, reunited.
Meanwhile, Supertiny has booted the pacifier out of her mouth, but continues to suck on an invisible one.
Life is good.
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