posted by Romy (@daddontlie)
Welcome to Spring in Nova Scotia.
Reliving moments of my childhood through my son.
For example, on Saturday we took Kyrie to the park about a ten minute walk from our house. He's almost nine months now and at an age where he can enjoy some of the things a neighbourhood park has to offer and right now, it's the swing set. It was a day that actually felt like spring and all you really needed was a light coat and no gloves. The sun was shining and there was a very light, spring breeze. Spring was finally here.
Not so fast. Fast forward seven hours...and you'd think it was December 24th on Christmas Eve, with a heavy snowfall coming down on that Saturday evening. How unpredictable is Nova Scotia weather? Now, they're expecting a blizzard here on Wednesday and it's almost April. Welcome to Nova Scotia.
But we made the most of that beautiful day while it lasted. I got to see him experience the swing set for the first time and the kid was loving it. We popped him in one of those swings with the bucket seats and he was all smiles.
Swing time.
The best part was that this park has been around forever, and was the park by my old house where I lived until the age of six. The same park I would run or bike to after going to local convenience store Dorey's to buy some Fun Dip and hang out with the kids from around the neighbourhood. The same park my sister and her friends would roller skate to....yes, I said roller skate. Thirty years later, and my son is at this same park.
I don't know what it is about watching your son go to a spot that you have special memories of, but having that bond with your son is something irreplaceable. When my wife and I were looking to buy a new house a couple years ago, we were presented with an opportunity to buy my family home from my parents where myself and my three older siblings grew up. We had a little hesitation about buying it but it was also an opportunity to do some renovations, put our own personal touch on the house but keep a little tradition with it as well.
When we found out Naomi was pregnant, there was no question about it. Kyrie's nursery would be my old bedroom where I once had David Robinson and Public Enemy posters up on my wall and on the side of the door are my height measurements throughout the years. He'll grow up in that same room and same house but with brand new experiences and memories.
A day at the park is one of many memories Kyrie and I will share throughout his childhood. Spring time blizzards? Hopefully not the first of many, and hopefully, finally, the last storm of the season.
Romy is a dad, husband and blogger based out of Halifax. He also writes about hoops too at HipHoopJunkies.com. For dirty diaper stories, follow him on Twitter @DadDontLie and for hoops talk, follow @RomyAquino
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