Yesterday morning, I heard a father in our courtyard as he counted to 20. He finished his count with "Ready or not, here I come". It was the proverbial hide and seek game. I wanted to see this parent-child interaction, but I didn't want to intrude. So, I walked over to the balcony to peek. I expected to see a dad walking around "looking" for his "hidden" child. What I saw was a man in shorts and a tee-shirt, sitting at a picnic table reading his phone. I guess he felt he had time before actually beginning the search for his offspring.
I snuck away, unseen, but I couldn't stifle my giggles. I love seeing the intimate moments of parental play. Especially on such a beautiful sunny Saturday morning. Parental moments are somewhat unexpected for me as I live in an apartment complex. I somehow don't expect to see a young family here.
I don't know why I'm surprised, our building has two-bedroom units as well as one-bedroom. The complex even has a few three-bedroom units. Family living here is not inconceivable. It's also possible that I was observing a single dad parenting on his weekend. I don't know why I feel the need to speculate. All I know for sure is that he is a young dad who cares enough for his child to play and entertain his kid on a beautiful weekend morning. At this musing, I feel the need to say, "If that's not love, I don't know what is".
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