A Walk in the Park

After 7 weeks & 6 days of recovering from a C-Section & unpredictable weather, I have been about to explode due to cabin fever. It's not that we've been cooped up in the house. In fact, we've gotten out quite a bit to run errands or visit family. We just haven't had the chance to have any really exciting adventures, and my goal on this warm & sunny day was to put an immediate end to that!

So, the Hubs & I loaded up Little Miss along with our 2 dogs and headed for the park. Yesterday was our girl's first stroll along the trails and her first glimpse at the playground.

It was actually a pretty special day for me, and not just because days off with the Hubs are so rare. Wana B Park is actually the park where Mom & Daddy used to take my brother & me to play. So, I have a lot of happy family memories about walking along the same trails and playing on ALMOST the same playgrounds that we did today.

There was one summer in particular when, Daddy & PapPap had taken us over to the park, and we were having a great time hunting for four leaf clovers by the pool and running around the playground. As was the norm in those days, there came a point where we wanted to play on the merry-go-round, our favorite part of the entire park. So, we of course begged for PapPap & Daddy to spin it for us. And they do, and we're hanging on for dear life, and Daddy & PapPap are pushing us faster than we have ever gone before.

 It was probably some of the most fun I ever had at that park... until I started to lose my grip. And even though I screamed for them to stop the merry-go-round, they either couldn't hear me over my brother or thought I was still screaming for joy. So, I tried my hardest to hold on, but I couldn't. I ended up flying off the dumb thing and bashing my head. I immediately devolved into tears and became rather inconsolable. It was my opinion, at the time, that the fine day we were having had just been ruined by an unsolicited skull whacking.

Now that I'm older, I realize that the day was special because of the time I spent with Daddy, PapPap & my brother, and it would have been just as special whether I had bashed my head or not. And now that I'm a mom, I would really prefer Little Miss to make her memories AND avoid blunt force trauma...