We have been avoiding parks for the most part due to the coronavirus. But on this day we brought B to a local elementary school to play. And I cried some tears of joy seeing him so happy.
And seeing the wonder and curiosity on a dog’s face, imagining where the ball is going next.
When I was a kid, I consciously remember how I never wanted to stop playing, stop imagining. I looked around at the adults who looked so bored and thought they had made the wrong choice by not getting on the ground with us kids and imagining they were cats, dogs, dolphins (and everything else!). I had forgotten about that thought for years because, alas, I grew up, into textbooks, responsibilities. But when my son begins playing like I used to, all of a sudden I’m transported. Back to the wonder of childhood imagination.
Lookout! A snake!
So much wonder exists in the making of pizza. Especially when you are three and enjoy throwing the ball of dough around!