I have been pushing him for about an hour when he hops off the swing and runs to get a drink of water. I quickly hop on and start to pump my legs. I swing higher and higher. The air rushes past my body and a lightness fills me. I feel free. I feel at peace.
The last few days we have consciously stayed close to home. We have been working and playing in the yard, hiking in the woods across the road and spending a lot of time at the swings in the backyard. My little man seems to be going through a little transition and being at home just feels like a good idea.
It has been a week of little patience on Reece's part, he is easily frustrated with us and the world around him. He will call for help, then send me away only to call me back again. He is extra snugly, and has not let me wonder too far from his view. Justin and I have been taking it all in stride, breathing deep and wondering just what our little man is going through.
Whatever transition he is going through he is finding peace and calm on a swing. My role right now is to be there, pushing him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth...