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Cement slide

At Trader Joe's, I remember to ask for a ballon and for help with my groceries. As we drive out of the parking lot, Special K says, "I don't want to go home." in a pouting voice. "What do you want to do?" I ask. "I want to go to the noodle place." she replies. I sigh. I remember I had said we'd go sometime. The noodle place is a plain Chinese noodle house with booth seats and a tiled floor. The waiters slap down big bowls of noodles. Special K loves to take the chopsticks out of the containers, the napkins out of the holders. She loves the strawberry ice drink. She slurps the noodles up with her fingers if I let her. "Not today." I say. I ate just before we left. "How about the park?" I suggest.

At the park, Special K rushes about, smiling and laughing. The wind swirls her hair. I haven't taken her to the park in ages, it seems. I promise myself I'll take her again soon. She turns towards me and lifts up her hand "Come with me, mama." I take her hand and follow her to the large cement slide. "You do it, mama." she says. I laugh and shake my head. "You're supposed to slide down on a piece of cardboard." I tell her. She ignores me and slides down on her butt slowly at first stopping halfway down then picking up towards the end. She reaches the bottom and grins up at me triumphantly. "Yay!" I say and grin back at her. She dusts off her butt, but the lavendar pants are hopelessly coated with grey now. She stands slowly then rushes over to the steps. She puts her hand on the rail and takes each step one at a time. I watch at the top of the stairs.

Next to me stands a man watching his two kids. We try to coordinate the kids so they don't crash into each other. Somehow we manage so we avoid accidents. Special K slides down a few more times. Then asks "How do I get a cardboard?" Two cardboards sit below a plastic bag. I ask the man "Is that yours?" He shakes his head and gestures to another man. I tell Special K, "Ask that man for the cardboard." Special K looks up at me expectantly. I cue her. "Say 'please may I have the cardboard?'" But Special K hops up and down and all she can say is "Please please cardboard!" The man hands her the cardboard with a smile. The first time she uses the cardboard she doesn't hold on and she slides off the cardboard. She laughs and laughs. I laugh too. She just gets up, dusts herself off and tries again. This time she holds on and slides down.

A few months ago she was too scared to slide down the big cement slide. She'd climb to the top and gaze longingly at the other kids sliding down it. Now she's growing up and sliding down on her own.


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Jan. 21st, 2006 09:28 pm (UTC)
I love reading your posts, it's a great window into your life. Sounds to me like this day at the park was way better than any ol' noodle house :)
Jan. 22nd, 2006 06:18 am (UTC)
Thanks for the smile! These are the moments too precious to be forgotten with time. It's wonderful that you captured it with such vivid description!
Jan. 23rd, 2006 09:13 pm (UTC)
Thanks! It certainly encourages me to write more. :^)
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