MomSonSlideHis 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.”

“Mooooooom! Again!”

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.




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Chaaron is a Nebraska native who lives in Alexandria, VA with her husband, RP, her son, Dash and her daughter, Pippa. By day, she's a program manager with a public charity in DC and by night, she is happily occupied with living room dance parties and dodging errant duplo pieces. She's terrible at updating her blog, but you can find her little slice of the internet at senseandnonsenseblog.com.