Sometimes I just sit and look back at the joy that kids find in the little things.
It’s my nature to sometimes intervene… to say “oh don’t do that.” or “be careful!” or “why don’t you come do this instead?” I’m by no means a helicopter mom but sometimes I just. can’t. shut. up.
So the other day I just watched and snapped pictures. Letting the Roos do what they do. Interact with each other. Learn from each other. Just PLAY for crying out loud.
And the playground equipment of choice this time were the swings.
Run, run, run.
Zooming through the air like little planes. Feeling the rush of air, the freedom of both feet off the ground, the just-plain-fun of flying on a rubber swing.
Big Roo was the teacher. Showing Little Roo the ropes. Being older, he had enough balance to shoot his arms out and feel wind whizz through his little fingers.
Little Roo was the figuring it all out. How EXACTLY do I get on this thing? Let me watch my big brother and see how he does it.
After a while he decided he just wasn’t going high enough this way and decided that the bucket seat swing was much better for flying.
And just to sit back, snap a few pictures and watch.