I mean it. It's right here. In my yard.
The last two hours: two 11 year olds come over to skateboard at our house... they join my 8-year-old, who is quite good for his age, probably due to living in close proximity to the older boys. My kindergarterner-daughter, fresh off her first week of school, is visited by a neighbor. They take turns pushing my youngest boy around the driveway in a red, plastic car.
I try and skate, too. I'm not very good, but it beats sitting there and supervising. Thank God for pads.
Earlier in the day, I coached my first soccer game. I ran a team of 5 year olds around for an hour. It was completely hilarious. My older son's soccer practice (at which I assisted) was a little more serious... but still quite fun.
This is the American Dream. MY American Dream. Being of a state of mind and physical condition to actively participate in my childrens' lives in a way that, usually, brings them joy and security.
We're so fortunate.
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