You can go home again and we did. This past Sunday, we took a late afternoon drive to our old neighbourhood.
T had been feeling nostalgic and wanted to see the old playground and we spent close to two hours playing there in the late afternoon.
The hubby and I lived in this previous home – a tiny townhome – for 13 years, 3 of which were with T.
It brought back so many happy memories walking around the old complex, park and playground.
I remembered my 30-week parental leave in 2016 where I’d take T to the park 2 to 3 times a day.
I remembered his awkward steps while he was still mastering how to walk. I remembered feeling nervous when he’d climb the stairs up to the slide. Now, it feels like he’s quickly outgrowing this playground.
It was nice being in a busy park, while observing physical distancing, as our current park is often a ghosttown.
Our visit reinforced how thankful we are for having moved to our larger home. I don’t know how we would’ve survived lockdown in our tiny old home with neighbours below us. We would’ve driven them and ourselves insane!
It makes me happy when T remembers and asks about things that happened “when I was a baby.” My earliest memories of my childhood were when I was 3, so it’s awesome T remembers bits and pieces from earlier in his life.
Oh and we also ran into T’s old classmate Anna!
The two of them got along so well and always played so nicely when we’d see her in the park.
I didn’t even recognize her, as she has grown in over a year and her hair grew so long. Her dad recognized T and us.
Sadly, the two didn’t play together this time. When we encouraged him to play with her, T said “I’m feeling very shy!”
So they just played within distance of each other instead.
When her dad told her they had to go home, she turned to look at T, as if waiting for him to say bye. And he did say bye. And that made me smile.