His sweet little blonde curls bobbed under the bridge and headed straight for the ladder. He looked over the shoulder, surely wondering what was taking me so long.
After a boost, he was off again.
When did he start calling me “Mom?” I thought I had at least another 10 years of “Mommy.”
He was patiently waiting for me at the top of the double slides. I swung my legs onto my slide and looked over to see a huge smile. A quick high five and we were off.
His little squeal filled the air.
I waited for him at the end and we both hopped off. A fist bump to get rid of the static.
And he was off.
I was going to try to get out of going down the slide this time. My friend was graciously holding my baby and I was enjoying catching up. But, a second appeal for my attention tugged at my heart.
I’ll go down the slides with him as long as he asks.