An afternoon in the park

It was one of those afternoons when I was iffy about heading home early but I had to.  My mother-in-law was still confined in the hospital and the second assistant was still off.  So I hopped on the Express bus and waited for Angelo to get home from school.  To make things work, I proposed an idea to my little boy and asked him if he wanted to take a trip to the city and have dinner at McDonald’s and he lit up and quickly said yes.

I didn’t even work an hour — I just wrapped things up and we decided to go down to the park.  Angelo was enthralled by the wide open space and the gravelled walk which he referred to as “the track.”  I had to be firm with him to keep within my sight.  He would’ve run on and on as far as he could go — and although Bryant Park is relatively small, I have never been complacent when it came to Angelo so I had to keep reminding him to stay near.  He was all over the place with so much energy.  It was a little chilly and although I wanted to go to McDonald’s already, he was begging me to stay a little while longer. 

I sat on one of the tables and I watched him running around.  Moments like this make me sit back and watch in awe as I see the person he’s evolving into.  I try not to be too protective of him but sometimes I can’t help it.  I’m afraid he would trip and fall — yet I want him to be able to enjoy the wide open space.

He’s such a bundle of energy with such an active imagination.  I want to continue to encourage his mind to think and develop.  But for the most part, I just enjoyed the time spent together on our little “date”.  Precious, indeed.

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