Yesterday when I picked up Cole from daycare, he was playing with a green balloon. I was told one of the other kids brought them for everyone and that he was allowed to take it home. Well, Cole loves balloons as most kids his age do, so he was very excited. It didn’t have a string, so he carried it outside. (I tried to take it from him, but Mr. Independent wanted to do it himself.) Well, inevitably, he dropped it. This wouldn’t have been such a problem if it weren’t for the wind… which was strong. Before I knew it, this little green balloon was flying down the sidewalk. Then it stopped. Then it started going again. I tried to catch it and just as I would reach for it, it would start moving again. Before I knew it, it was down the sidewalk. I started to chase it and then remembered why I was doing this and turned around to look at Cole. Do I really have to go after this green piece of latex or will he let me off the hook?
“Balloon!”
That answered my question. I ran in the balloon’s direction. Cole started to run after me. I told him to wait by my car out front of daycare. I kept running. Almost 7 months pregnant, in heels, I ran down the sidewalk and across the street. I ran up someone’s driveway and across their yard. I dredged through newly laid mulch onto another neighbor’s patio. There I faced the enemy. (Yes, the balloon.) I stalked around it and finally pounced. Caught! I stared down at it and then back at my son waiting for me on the sidewalk. Winded, I walked back, thinking how crazy I must be to have done all that. But when I looked at my son’s happy face, I knew it was all worth it. The things we do for our kids…
Smiles
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