Let me invite you into my box of parenting shame, but lean in close because this warrants a whisper: I am not a park Mom. There. I said it. The cat’s out of the bag.
“You don’t do crafts and you don’t go to the park. What do you do, Denise?”
You’re looking at it. I write this blog. I’m so glad that I do, too, because it has worked well to bring my values into reality. Value of the day: park time.
I was a little antsy while we were there, though, because I wasn’t actually playing with J. He had made some new buddies, and I stepped back and let them have their fun. It was just this week, in fact, that I began specifically praying that God would bring J a neighborhood friend. That remembrance took care of my “antsy-ness.” I see that Operation Play was the vehicle that brought me (a non-park Mom) to the park. And the park was possibly the vehicle that brought J a neighborhood friend. (We exchanged numbers. *fingers crossed*)
After ample playground time, I told J we could practice catching the football before heading home. His new buddy wanted to play, too. J, thriving in his “teacher” role, taught New Buddy and I a few football plays. We each rotated quarterback (which, I gather, is the person who yells, “Hike!,” and throws the ball) while the other two ran their assigned plays. It was tricky stuff, but if I ever play against a group of chimpanzees I might look pretty skilled.
All in all: a great time. J gained a friend, I gained some football knowledge, and true to this experiment, we each gained a bit more closeness.
Day 11 Stats: Park time & football, hour and a half, Dad with the girls, 3 great gains.