A Sunday Walk

I don’t have any pictures to go with this post. I am not going to overload this post with funny jpegs or gifs. This post is only a story in words. 

Yesterday I walked my son around the local park. We like to go on Sunday to walk because the LARPers are there. For those who don’t know what LARPing is, it is Live Action Role Players. They always have cookouts and are dressed in medieval attire. Plus, they fight with pool noodles. To a little boy, I figure this scene is all very magical. I’m a grown lady and I find it enthralling. I always try not to rubberneck too hard as I pass them. It makes my heart so happy to see them gathering every week and having a sense of community. 

After we passed the LARPers, I decide to take the little boy to see the fountain in the park. It was flying high with water. I deemed it also as a magical experience. I take my phone with me on walks, not for pictures but for safety. I noticed sitting on the edge of the fountain how many parents were not watching their children. They were watching their phones. I do not doubt the importance of their phone watching. Maybe they were working on this Sunday. Maybe they are waiting to meet someone at the park who is also bringing their kids so everyone can play together. Still I only wanted my attention to be on one little boy. 

He was mesmerized as the plumes of water flew high into the air. He giggled because the lightest spray would wet his face. He was happy. He didn’t need a camera to capture this moment, and neither did I. 

As we walked home, I begged my God (my Creator) to please don’t ever let me forget this moment. Because I didn’t take a picture and I was scared I would forget the happiness. Even a picture wouldn’t have captured the moment though. I replayed it over and over in my mind. How I could see his seven little teeth up front as he smiled. How he kept calling the fountain a ‘baf’ (his word for bath.) How he stretched his arms as far as they would go in hopes of reaching the arching liquid beams. 

Technology is a beautiful tool. It has connected so many people in ways which never existed 20 to 30 years ago. However, gathering at the park with all your friends is still beautiful too. Watching a fountain doesn’t need a picture because it became an instant Polaroid memory. Staring at a screen can’t compare to staring at a happy little boy’s smile.

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