~these are the days of swinging~
What is it about getting on a swing that makes you feel like a kid again? It’s hard to sit on a swing and not smile. Something about the breeze in your hair and the sun beating on your face. Sort of makes your troubles feel like they’re on hold for a brief moment.
I have this memory from when I was little. My dad would stand behind us when we were swinging. He’d grab the swing and pull us back, and then push us forward and run right underneath the swing. We’d be as high as we could possibly go and we’d just squeal with laughter. I thought it was just about the best thing ever. So of course, I do it now with my own kids. And they too, think it’s pretty cool.
Today when we dropped my oldest daughter off at dance, my two other girls went running for the small swingset outside of the studio. After chilly and rainy days, the mid-6o’s and sunshine was good for the soul. Naomi was having such a great time, she didn’t bother telling me she needed to go to the bathroom until it was too late. So if you note that in the pictures, they are un-edited. With pride. Plus, I didn’t have a change of clothing along.
They played on the swings for a good half-hour. Over and over I pushed them. Over and over they were shouting and laughing when their voices echoed off the building. They sang at the top of their lungs, all about Jesus mostly. So carefree. So unhurried. Not thinking about anything but just living life.
At one point, I decided to try the swings myself. It’s hard to swing and not just hold on tight and lean back. Close your eyes. Just shut things off for a few minutes and feel the warmth of the sun. Although I admit the older I get, the harder time I have not getting a little dizzy and sick.
My kids love when I tell them this one story about when I was little. I have no idea what I did, but all I can remember is running out of the house and running to our little swing set and pumping my legs as hard as I could to just go higher and higher. I was in big trouble and my dad came out and got me off of the swing to give me a spanking. I really have no idea if I was in trouble for something specific or if I was in trouble for running off.
Sometimes, I want to jump on a swing and pump my legs as hard as I can. Make that swing go higher and higher and escape whatever problems I might be facing at any given moment. There’s that part of me that just wants the easy path, to know what happens next, to get there quickly and not have to deal with bumps along the way.
But watching my children be children, watching them in the small moment of swinging, reminds me that swinging hard to get away isn’t the point. I can pump my legs all I want, but eventually the swing slows and I have to get off. I can drag my feet until the swing slows down. I can sit there without moving for awhile. But eventually, I have to get off. Wet pants and all.
Life is about right now. Everyday living. Singing from the top of my lungs without caring if anyone can hear me. Letting by voice echo off the building and laughing. Being joyful in the fact that God is good and unchanging and faithful. To me.
And to you.
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