This weekend I headed to Comicon – Friday afternoon, all day Saturday and half of Sunday – Joe was left with the kid. Since I was taking the car to the convention Joe and the kid left the house early to walk up to gymnastics class. The kid and I walked last week and it was a bit slow going as she was distracted by everything she saw on the way – birds flying, construction, decorations on houses, cars going by… It took us about half an hour to get there, and she talked a lot of the way.
She talks a lot, about everything. She thinks out loud.
I left for my day a little while later and had to stop at the bank so I drove the same way they were walking. Sitting at a light, waiting to turn I saw a tall man and a little girl, holding hands, walking up the side of the road – let’s talk about suburbs lacking sidewalks, shall we.
I had to smile. Her feet moving quickly to keep up with him, her little rain coat. His even steps. She was talking I think, her head moving with her words. They were my people, heading off to a good day without me. Time spent between Daddy and daughter.
I think I’ve said here before that I never planned on being a mother, and I don’t think I would have ever had a child if I hadn’t found the right person to co-parent with.
Those are my people, and they are goofy together and funny and smart together. They play together. They get such joy from each other. And I get to watch.