One of their favorite things to do in the States at recess was to play on the monkey bars and when we got here there didn’t seem to be any anywhere. Their callouses went away and they figured out that a seesaw is cool. They didn’t complain, but my heart hurt just a little bit every time I thought of them swinging across a long row of metal bars back at their old elementary school.
The other day, on an exploratory walk, we found some! And one more thing fell into place, like when you’re putting together a puzzle and search and search, holding one tiny piece in your hand, and all of a sudden you find its spot – and it fits perfectly. That’s how I felt. They swung like little monkey bar champions and my eyes got all misty.
Now, I know just where to take the kids when they need to get rid of some extra energy.
Have a great weekend.
Tina
