It was ridiculous.
Since it was a weekday, the only other people there were families. The boys played and played for HOURS. They played together without me so well for so long that I finished the book I brought with me and just sat watching them play together.
Sometimes as a working parent, I feel like so much of my time is spent rushing rushing rushing. It was amazing to have FOUR HOURS to just enjoy my boys. I don't think I can describe how nice it was to watch them be brothers for a few hours.
This ongoing balance thing as a working parent is hard. I do want to enjoy my kids but I also have a lot of responsibilities. The longer I do this parenting thing, the more I realize it's about stopping to enjoy the moment when you can and carving out these moments along the way.