Memories

One day in the Fall, Jacob and I had some time to kill, so we went to the playground in the very first neighborhood we lived in when we bought our first house.  All of our kids were born there, but Jacob was two when we moved, so he doesn't really remember it.  I do, though.  And I remember taking the kids to the playground alot- it was just a short walk from home.

I remember Sarah being about three years old and watching the bigger kids climb the ladder up the slide and being determined to try it herself.  Even though I was never a really nervous parent, I remember being scared to death.  But even at three, it was hard to tell Sarah she couldn't do something once her mind was set on it.

 I remember the many "spin us one more time, mom" cries from children on the merry-go-round.  The smallest baby was always placed in the center.

And the swings and the endless "underdogs" I had to do.  And how sometimes, I got to swing, too.

When my kids were small and I was frazzled, I was often told I would miss those years and I scoffed... "no way".  Well, turns out it was the truth.  I do miss those years.  But I'm thankful I've got some good memories.