Isn’t it funny how we become so protective over those we love the most? It does not matter if the things that they do are not quite perfect, or exactly how they should be, because inadvertently they are perfect just the way they are.
Just recently the weather has been glorious where we live. Admittedly it can be very ‘on and off’. On being a beautiful sunny day and off being giant hail stones the size of golf balls, or even snow.
All in all though, a run of four warm and sunny days means trips to the park and eating outside wherever you can.
One of these sunny days we decided that to stay indoors would be madness and we all piled into the car to go to one of our most favourite parks nearby. When we arrived there was a funfair at one end of the field and the park and ice-cream van at the other. We decided to enjoy the funfair first of all as the lure of the music and rides made us smile. The children were excited as they picked the rides that they most wanted to go on. My husband sweated as he realised that per person, per ride, it was not cheap..
There were the old favourites like ‘hook a duck’ or the dodgems and there were the new and fast rides that we joked we would put the children on. My son insisted that his daddy ride on a horse racing style ride with him, whilst my daughter insisted on the ‘hook a duck’ and we won (everybody wins). Her choice of prizes was terrible, and she refused any of the pink items that the woman tried to palm off on her. Instead she opted for a hammer that she could hit her brother with – it promptly deflated, and we ended up with a pink one anyway.
Eventually the children were brave enough to go on a ride together, it swung round and round and sprayed them with bubbles as they went causing them to squeal with laughter. Their laughing made us laugh too.
After the fair we walked across the park and my son ran in front of us kicking his football. My daughter did not walk, preferring to sit on her daddy’s shoulders & hitting him every now and then with her hammer. We sat down for a while in the sunshine while the children played with the ball, and I periodically stood up to put a hat back on or return a stray ball. Eventually we decided to wander up to the play park to get an ice-cream.
My daughter insisted that she wanted some candyfloss instead of an ice-cream and so I walked her across to buy some – as a kind of romantic gesture because, well the fair wasn’t there everyday. I bought her a bag to taste and she literally put some in her mouth and made a face – money wasted – I am not even sure why I went along with it, knowing full well what the outcome would be. And so candyfloss aside we bought ice-creams and sat on the grass watching the world go by.
The children had a turn in the play park and took their socks and shoes off in the giant sandpit, they played for ages in the sand pretending to cook things and I think there was some kind of shop going on as well. Eventually I pointed out to my son that the trees were low enough to climb and so they both tried their hand at that too. We stayed for a long time – everybody it seemed was having a lovely time in the sunshine.
As we left my daughter mentioned for the hundredth time that day that she would like to go to the local Chinese restaurant, as her nursery had taken her for the Chinese New Year. Hesitant though we were, we went home to freshen up, and then walked along for our evening meal. Our first proper meal, as a family without highchairs or baby toys and to our surprise we chatted and ate and had a really lovely time. Both children tried food they had never tried before and both refused a fork and ate with chopsticks with great determination.
What a wonderful day it was.