The Park...

I am going out of order but really wanted to write about this while it was fresh in my mind.
Yesterday we were at Tanners baseball game and Coop got so fussy towards the 3rd inning. Nothing was pleasing him, not even a trip to nurse in the Burb. So it was very distracting for the kids to bat while he was screaming so I walked down the path at Fort Rock Park to the playground where I could still see the game but people might not hear the screaming and it might distract Coop. We were the only ones there. I decided to take him out of the front pack and what the heck.. try him in the baby swing .He LOVED it, was giggling and I'd push him him back he'd swing towards me and I'd kiss him every time... Some other kids came down to play and Cooper just watched them while I gently pushed him, he seemed tranced by the turning of the merry go round and the childrens laughter. His eyes grew heavy, and heavier, and heavier and finally he gave up and fell asleep in the swing. The kids left, the game was over, and I continued to gently push hearing his deep sleep breathing. It was dusk now and I watched some bats circle through the trees and could smell the pending rain in the darkened clouds.It was peaceful. I came to a realization. Here I was , the same park I used to take Tanner to, so many years ago, swinging my baby to sleep. I am once again a Mom, taking a baby, then an excited toddler, then maybe a kid a little too big too.. the Park. I felt at peace with this new, yet familiar, chapter in my life. <3