I love this one little dumpy park tucked away from view, edged by walking paths, hardly ever a child playing, just a few cars come to spend their lunch hours protected by the solitude of trees and the occasional Frisbee golfers. Too poor for wood chips, too spare for regular clean ups. Easiest park to get my boys in and out of with the van a few steps away and little fear from traffic. Our lonely park where I never feel like a freak among other moms because none come to invade our intimate setting. Gone are the tight-lipped moms who look miserable, strong moms who know how to discipline properly, active moms who weigh 30 pounds less than me, moms who weigh much much more, smoking moms who bark on their cell phones, all kinds of moms and some sad weekend dads too. And I never have to guilt over displays of tantrums or sand throwing in our solitude.
I am on a video high, so bear with me . . . the opening scene features our own park-like yard and Bereket's adorable swing style. Wouldn't you love to play?
