Yesterday I did something I haven’t done in a very long time- I spent about 20 minutes swinging.
I didn’t mean to.
I followed my mom into the backyard so she could show me what progress she’d made in a problem spot. As things usually go with her, we ended up having a conversation about something else, which led to something else, and then something else…
My feet hurt, so I sat down on one of my nieces’ swings. Before I knew it I was rocking forward and back. Then it happened- I let go and off I went! And let me tell you— IT FELT GOOD.
There is something so freeing in just moving your legs and letting the wind blow through your hair! Kids know this. But somehow we forget it as adults.
Now don’t get me wrong, I didn’t go streaking off into the sunset as I would have as a child…I’m really not clear on what the weight capacity is on that thing…but just the sheer movement- the unself-counscious joy- is so liberating!
There is freedom in remembering how to play!
I walked away with a sore bum and legs covered in mosquito bites, but with a sense of relaxation. As though some of the weight that I carry on my shoulders had been swept away.
So I’ve vowed to make room in my world for swings and slides and play again. Because I think we all need that sometimes.
QOTD: Is there something from your childhood that you draw on to free yourself? How do you play?