The other day, I made some time for myself for a quick walk in the park. A seemingly innocent activity but I realized how much background effort is required just for this simple activity.
There was N aunty who was ensuring breakfast was being prepared, D Akka who was with Babba along with my MIL and husband and of course, I had kept a stash of milk ready before I left.
It seems so complicated, right? Except I am realizing how grateful I am to be able to have a system in place that gives me these breaks.
But that’s not my point. My point is, I saw a lady, probably in her 50s, swinging in the park. The image was so beautiful, I have it etched crystal clear in my mind. The joyful abandon with which she was swinging, her hair flying carelessly in the wind and her face turned up towards the sky, soaking in the moment, so reminscent of our childhood days, spent on slides, swings and merry-go-rounds.
I just felt so happy to see her there, doing what makes her happy, being there for herself and reliving a core childhood pleasure.