Exploring

The slides and swings and sand are not the best part of the Maple Park.  Today Finn discovered the sort of under belly of our local park.  Until today I'd thought this area to be reserved for juvenile delinquents and winos.   (None of either population were present today.)  On the back of a hill, in an area sectioned off from the actual park, is a sort of impromptu maze of low bushes and dirt paths, perfect for my two-old-boy to lose himself in exploration.  Finn claimed he was looking for his blue car, which was lost somewhere in the park, but really he was enjoying the freedom of getting lost in this miniature forest.  He walked around and around the paths, discovering where each led and dead-ended and circled him back to the beginning. 

I was lucky to have a bird's eye view from the top of the hill.  I was very relieved that the back side of this little maze was completely fenced in, so I didn't have to follow little boy worrying he would escape onto Harlem Avenue.  Sometimes he would come to a little clearing, look up, and notice me watching and smile and wave.  He was in a state of bliss.  Once in a while he would make his way up a path back to the top and say hello.  I even received a few kisses before he headed off down another path.

--JAK