Nonnie has loved to swing since the day she came home from the hospital. I used to put her in the infant swing and try to sleep in 30 minute increments, get up when she yelped in protest of it slowing down, and start it over again. At the park she wouldn't want to do anything but be pushed in the baby swing. It was tricky when B would want to slide or climb but N would scream if I stopped pushing her. I remember clearly running to get two side-by-side swings so I could push both at the same time.
Now Nonnie is 4, and she loves to be pushed on her baby swing in the backyard. We have two child-sized swings, but she has fervently hung onto the infant swing. Last night she was running full steam across the yard and "flying" like a bird on the swing. Today, she asked to be pushed on the big kid swing. Before we realized it, she was actually pumping on her own. This shouldn't have shocked me, but it did. I've been trying to get her to pump for well over a year-pushing is boring! But she did it, she did. She got going so high she shouted, "thanks for the push mom, I think I can see Africa! Actually, that might be China!" Bailey tried to explain immediately how that is way too far, but she thinks she can se Disney World...hmm.
Natalie still shed some tears when I took down the baby swing, almost aware that it was the end of an era. Her face as I made dinner, watching her from the window, was awe- inspiring. Pride, joy, and wonder all wrapped up in a purple multi-colored swim suit. I gave her few thumbs-up from the window, just to let her know how cool she really was. It was one of her "best days ever." Sure there are quite a few of those, but I think its more a sign of her fabulous childhood and her grateful, happy soul than overuse or cliche.
She was on that swing for a long time, all by herself, and perfectly pleased with it.
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