I want my children to swing high.
Let me explain.
When I was a young girl, one of the things I loved to do most was swing on my friend’s swing-set. His swing-set was in his yard located at the side of his house, which faced the front of my house. We would fiercely pump our legs and after a few minutes we would be swinging so high that we could see my house over the top of the fence. The bottom of the swing set would rock and thump back onto the ground as if at any second it was going to topple over. We were not scared, and somehow, we never fell off. I felt as if I was swinging as high as heaven above and the feeling in the pit of my stomach was a pure adrenalin rush. We would laugh and laugh and the joy was so simple, pure and fantastic that I can still recall the memory today. The belly laugh of my friend echoes in my mind and brings a smile to my face.
This is the kind of joyful, risk-taking, gut-checking moment I want my children to experience. I truly believe there is no point in swinging if you are just going to shuffle your feet in the dusty dirt below you. You can always swing slowly and safely, but you won’t get far. It will be nice, but you will miss out on the excitement and you most definitely won’t be able to see over the fence. To truly swing, you need to jump on that seat and swing like you mean it! Hold on tight, pump your legs as hard as you can, and feel the breeze kiss your face. Swing high! It might be hard at first, and you have to work at getting up that high. Yet once you reach that pole-teetering height, you feel like you are flying and it is exhilarating. You will feel like you are on top of the world and for a moment, you are invincible. You are happy with yourself and proud of the results of your effort. When you start to come back down from the top, your stomach flutters, urging you to do it again.
I want my children to swing high. I want them to experience these kinds of moments in life. I want them to have the confidence in themselves to swing so high they see over the fence.
My child, when you find something in life that makes you this happy, don’t sit still.
Don’t shuffle your feet in the sand.
Jump on and swing high until the sound of triumph erupts up from the pit of your belly and escapes your mouth in joyful laughter.
This is a photo of the boy who I would swing with as a child. I loved this boy and apparently could not stop kissing him.
This post is dedicated to the memory of my sweet childhood friend Ryan Dill who passed away many years ago. Thank you for the memories. Ryan, I know you are swinging high.
Save me a seat my friend.
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