A child's perspective

It has been hot. Very hot. Add humidity to that (91 degrees F and 84% humidity) and you get the idea of what our weather has been these days. On one of these hot days, I was hanging up laundry, willing myself to get the job done so I could get out of the sun when my three-year-old bounced out to join me.

“These are all the children swinging on the swings.” She pointed to the towels pinned to the wash line. I looked over to see them moving in the breeze. “All the big mommies and daddies are pushing them and all the children are swinging. Do you know which one is me? This one is!” And she gave the towel of her choice an extra push on the “swing.”

I smiled, refreshed by her view.

“And this is the slide.” She straddled the metal bar that supports the wash line post and laughed her happy, little-girl laugh.

At a park in the States last fall.
Haven't found a park here.

Suddenly I felt like I was thousands of miles away, playing at a pretty park with my children. The heat didn’t feel quite as intense. The sweat trickling down my face was forgotten. Hanging up laundry was no longer a chore.

Thank God for the imagination of a child.