Ten Fold

I went to the greatest park today. I think it might be more accurately called a recreational area. There were tracks for professional bicyclists, a field for roller hockey, a sort of dark wooden Russian play park complete with castles, Gothic windows, airplanes, fire trucks and climbing walls for the younger set, and something they called lawn bowling that looked more like Bocci Ball to me. There were basket ball hoops and a baseball diamond and to get to most of it, it was necessary to walk up two sets of stairs, cross a bridge over the bike track and go back down two sets of stairs.

We had to park a long block away before even contemplating the bridge, so I was not sure I was all that excited about it at first. It was definitely worth it. My son and grandson entertained me with their climbing and swinging for the next couple of hours. I watched them leap nimbly from one place to another without any thought at all.

Of course this was just the afternoon. In the morning we went to the library, which means first a walk along all the walls in a small attached cemetery, then time spent reading and doing puzzles, before more walks along taller walls. Lennon fell three or four times and I watched my son pick him up and teach him to shake it off before laughing and taking off again. Once more I was touched by the wonderful father my son is, always patient, always ready to play, or explain, or correct, but mostly always overflowing with love. Lennon is a very lucky little boy.

And I am a very lucky mother and gramma. We give our children love, life, whatever we have to share. Then they turn around and return it ten fold.