The first thing she goes for is the swings. Running past plastic towers of fun to creaky comets launching through the air. First the baby swing. “Up, up!”
push, swing, push, swing, push, swing. Over and over and over again. She never wants to stop.
You’ve never seen such joy in a child as when she’s flying though the air, shouting “Whooooaaaaa!”
Once she finishes with the baby swing she wants the big girl swing. I carefully wrap my hands around hers on the chains and tell her “hold on, hold tight.” Hoping she understands.
With each push my heart drops a little. “Faster! Higher!”
She yearns to swing, yearns to fly.