I'm in a new club.
A club with older children.
I don't need to bring the diaper bag or small finger food snacks...I can just up and go and not have a whole entourage of things to pack.
This is a good thing.
Though I miss the giggles and chubby fingers grasping onto the swing chains. I don't miss the constant chasing of running steps and frequent bathroom trips.
I'm in a new chapter.
My kids don't need me to follow their every step and coddle them as they climb the slide. I can sit on the bench and read a book and watch them from afar.
This is nice also.
But I do miss those old days too.
My kids need more challenging aparatuses, spider webs, high slides and climbing walls. The days of small swings, teeter totters and rocking horses are over.
My preteen sits beside me because he feels he's too old for the park. There are so many little ones and he's scared to topple them over. He brings his soccer ball.
All he wants to do is kick the ball.
Parks are different for us now. It's not that simple anymore.
I'm in between.