I’m lucky that I have the type of job where I can bring my kids to work.
Not every day. Just every once in a while.
Some nights, it’s just me and Howie.
We have about a half hour between open gym sessions here. We open for younger kids first, close for a bit, then reopen for older kids.
During that half hour it’s just us.
And I let him go.
He bends a few rules. Shhhh…
We play drive-thru.
He can just…be.
These summer days have been so hard.
So damn hard.
The routine changes. The heat. The everyone-is-home-and-talking-at-once-and-needing-everything-at-the-same-time-and-will-you-please-stop-yelling-at-each-other moments.
But here…in those thirty minutes…
“There’s a land that I see where the children are free
And I say it ain’t far to this land from where we are
Take my hand, come with me, where the children are free
Come with me, take my hand, and we’ll live
In a land where the river runs free
In a land through the green country
In a land to a shining sea
And you and me are free to be you and me” – Free To Be You And Me by Marlo Thomas