eloise: Dressed in your special sweater and your favorite bee pants, we walk down to the neighborhood park. You are usually pushing one of your babies or wooden animals in your stroller. I ask you if you want to slide? No. How about climb? No. “Swing Mama.” You say. “Squeaky? no.” You point to the swing that Mama doesn’t mind pushing you in (the others are VERY loud and squeaky). I push you. “High Mama.” You say. I push a little harder and you throw your head back into the wind and give me a happy, thankful smile.
-joining Jodi for the 52 project.