Pool time

It's been dreadfully hot here in LA, a late afternoon swim seemed the perfect thing to do. It was 5:30 and still very warm outside. The water in the pool was refreshingly crisp and tepid once you got used to it. He loves it. Splashes, kicks, doesn't bat and eyelashes at the experience of water jetting into his face. Sometimes I would hold him close to the warmth of my chest, then I would throw him into the air letting his body splash back into the water. Then I would dip him in all the way down to his neck and hold just his armpits with only my two pointer fingers. I wanted him to experience the weightless of water. I would let him just float and he would just sit quietly...his eyes rolling every which way but his body relaxed and calm. Then would KICK KICK KICK himself out of his daze.

There was a trio of little boys there playing "swamp monster" and it was adorable...wolfie couldn't keep his ees off them! As if almost to be affirming some sort I gender instinct taking inventory in his brain: play gun...good....monsters...good...Prison made out of tipped over lawn chairs, good. He's going to be a "boys boy" that's for certain. His smile told me "look out mama, I'm going to be a REAL boy!"

I love my moment with him. To get out of the house, and away from all the things I should, could, or would "do" with my afternoon. It was dedicated to his experience and his only. Being a working mommy you have to FIND those moments as often as you can. I originally wrote "take" and then corrected myself. No, life is so busy these days. They aren't given for you to take...they already exist but you must find them. Take the time to seek them out.