It took me years to face my dislike of the playground.
I didn’t go as often or stay as long as (I felt) I should. Unless I had another adult to talk to, I was bored. Unless I was desperate to get out of the house and the weather was nice or it was extremely convenient, I just didn’t go.
Until I learned this trick.
I had to make the playground fun for me, too. I had to learn how to play.
These days, I sit on the swing, usually with a toddler in my lap, and I swing. It is soothing.
I zip across the zip lines. I jump and I slide. I use the monkey bars to work on my pull ups and I climb the fire pole in my bare feet. I stretch.
It feels good to heat up from the inside out, it feels good to strengthen from the outside in.
The power generated from playing with my children at a good playground is intoxicating. I become invigorated and ready to tackle what’s next, even dinner and bedtime.
My advice for the perfect playground adventure? Bring nourishing snacks, more water than you think you will need, and sun protection. Choose a playground with nice scenery and equipment. Wear clothes in which you can comfortably move. Most importantly, if you catch another parent giving you the side eye for your childlike behavior, smile at them. You’re having fun, after all.
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