Pretty much from the moment you were able to move around on your own (crawl and walk), I was always by your side.  If you would go through a small infant tunnel in gymnastics class, I would follow you.  If you jumped on a trampoline into a ball pit, I did the same.  If you wanted to ride the small train at the theme park, I’d come along too.

I take advantage of every moment I can get to play with you.  But here’s the difference between you and I – you’re young…and I’m not!  lol  I mean  let’s face it: I’m no spring chicken anymore.  I can’t bend like I used to or crawl on the floor like I did in my early years.  I not designed to swing from a rope and jump into a pit of sand.  I shouldn’t be rolling around on the grass and run at lightning speed down a small path.  But somehow I found a way to do it.

I could never resist the urge to play with you.  Problem was, I would end up with being sore for days.  My back would hurt, my legs needed a break, and I would very quickly learn that my stamina is nowhere near what it used to be.  And yet when I write this, I can’t help but think to myself that one day you’ll feel the same way when you play with your children.  And when I watch, I will do so with a little smile on my face, recalling these very moments with you.  🙂