Growing up, the swing set was a big deal. When we were little it was, “Mama, do push!”, and as we got bigger it became a refuge when we wanted privacy from the adult world. The neighbor kids would meet us back there and we would swing for hours. My sisters and I spent countless afternoons swinging and singing songs, talking about what we deemed important that day, or what we would do in the future. It was our little space.
In my last house, I made my husband hang swings from our walk-out deck to let my two kiddos have a swingset. It was important. To me it feels like part of childhood to learn how to pump, and to swing during the summer.
When we moved to this house, I was THRILLED to find out that my friends had left their swingset for us. My excitement was NOTHING compared to Girl and Boy’s. They go out there every. single. day. They swing on the teeter-swing, and they climb to slide. They love that space. It brings back tons of memories as I watch them through the window. Yesterday, Girl gave up on learning to pump and flopped down on her belly. She twisted up the ropes of the swing and let herself be spun until she fell over. Then, she backed up and flew Superman style while making a big “WHOOOOOOOAAAA!!!”. Today, she pumped by herself for the first time. It was a huge milestone in our house growing up to pump for yourself and not need “pushing”. I was so proud that I caught it on video and emailed it to my mom. Sometimes its those little mini-milestones that really show me she’s getting older…
I love that my kids love the swings. It makes me feel like a good mother somehow to be able to offer them the experience that I loved so much when I was little. It makes me smile as they swing through the summer heat. Enjoy kiddos. I did.
Oh, and yes, I know she is in her jammies. We keep it real around here… and sometimes real means staying in pajamas all day.