My heart did swell with contentment to see my children playing in the same village park that I did as a child. Little Lady initially wanted to stay behind and was persuaded to join in with the boys. Over 3 and a half hours later they returned elated after frizbee, skipping, swinging, football - "I'd forgotten how fun the park is Mummy!" she exclaimed.
It struck me that this has been the first year we've been unable to visit any parks during the winter months for this type of play. Yes, they've ridden bikes or we've done a brisk shot of exercise. But not the careless enjoyment of childhood such as they did that Saturday. Our weather has been so bad this winter but it only takes a good few hours of sunshine to reignite those feelings of joy in the outdoors.
We made camps by the river; specifically squirrel camps (including swings and nut stores) and they swung from plaited vines. Pure simplicity. I love this type of play.
Little Lady expressed it so clearly - "You play differently Mummy - you and Daddy. It's good, it's different".
Whilst I can no longer run to play football or chase to play tag - this is fulfilled by their Daddy. I can nurture the softer appreciation of nature and wildlife. Both complementing each other. Both good for our children, good for our souls. I love this park and I feel close to my late Father here. It was lovely to see my children enjoy the park so much and to see the cycle of life play out before us. Such happy contentment, which among a couple weeks of illness was a welcome reminder that the natural rhythm of life seems to flow in highs and lows and the highs do come again.
The hubby returns to work again tomorrow after a week off. Myself and the kids are off to stay with my Mum again in sunny Cornwall so I'll catch up again next weekend!! Happy Easter everyone!