Trips to the park feature pretty highly on our weekly list of activities, as I’m sure they do for many families with young children. Rosalie was about seven months old when daddy put her in a baby swing for the first time, and although we think she enjoyed it, it was perhaps just as much something fun for them to do together as it was fun for her to be sat in the swing.
Gradually over time, as Rosalie’s (our) confidence has grown, we push her harder and faster, and now I have absolutely no doubt that Rosalie loves the swings! We visit one of the several parks within walking distance of our house most days of the week, and at the moment they are my lifesavers.
At 13 months old Rosalie can’t seem to focus on one activity for more than a few minutes; she isn’t yet walking but loves climbing although hasn’t mastered getting down (safely); and she gets cranky with her toys. But put her in a baby swing and she’s happy as larry!
One day last week, despite the cold and wintery weather, we bundled ourselves up and headed out to the park first thing after breakfast. It was eerily quiet on the estate, and the park was deserted. Drying the swing with my glove I plopped Rosalie in and started to push.
Because there was no one else around there was no need to feel self conscious about being a little silly, and we ended up having the best half an hour. We were clapping and high-fiving, I was tickling her tummy, eating her feet, nibbling her toes, grabbing her knees and beeping her nose! I felt so liberated! And Rosalie was giggling and whooshing with every to and fro of the swing.
I was singing “swing her high and low, swing her away we go!” And when I noticed a few dog walkers strolling across the field, I didn’t stop, we were having too much fun! Lost in a moment of pure and simple joy.