In The Park
Posted on June 16, 2014
I recall a sweet memory of playing dodge ball in the park,
In fourth grade,
Unaware of time
Or the setting sun.

You stood aside and watched me play with the boys,
Out of view,
But within earshot,
Yet you stood silent.

Long after you arrived, the game was finally over.
You stepped up.
I saw your straight face
And thought you were mad.

But you weren't upset, or tired of waiting.
With a smile,
You simply asked me,
"Ready for dinner?"

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One of the things I learned from my dad is to let my kids live, play, and just be. Set guidelines, boundaries, but never be harsh or limiting. I remember feeling extremely nervous after that dodge ball game, after spotting my dad at the gate entrance of the park. I knew my mom had sent him to come get me - I hadn't realized how late it was.

But he waited. He didn't rush me. He didn't interrupt the game, the moment, the afternoon in the park. He looked like he had been there for a while, and I was sure he was angry with me. But he wasn't, not one bit.

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Fast forwards thirty-some years later, my own son and my husband were in the park one evening when I wanted them to come home for dinner. I called my husband on his cell phone and he said our son was having so much fun with his friends that he didn't want to stop it. Of course, I didn't either. I saved their dinner for later.


My hubby with my son watching the sunset.

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