Well, it’s finally started.
As I’ve talked about here I was in charge of the committee to look into a revamp of my neighborhood playground.
A project that took months of talking, months of opening my mouth and saying it was needed, and months of stressing about if everyone would like it, since it was so hard to get anyone to work with me even though it was repeatedly stated the playground needed changes from everyone I talked to.
Being new to the neighborhood, it feels like this is a make it or break it moment for me.
If people hate it and find out I was in charge, I’m doomed. If they love it, maybe they will be out with their kids playing on it so we can see other children more often.
I’m now waiting to not only see the results but hear a backlash against the new structure.
My neighbors love to complain, especially about the homeowner’s association. I’ve already heard grumblings from my neighbor who is growing cantankerous in his stubborn opinions that told me that project was a waste of money because they could have just ‘changed out parts’ and complained about who would decide to do that.
Apparently, he had forgotten the two previous conversations where I mentioned I was in charge of those decisions.
Every big decision I make has stressful outcomes for me. I always have second thoughts, am afraid that I made the wrong decision or acted impulsively, worry that people won’t like that I did.
So i keep reminding myself I didn’t work so hard for them, I did it for my son and the other little children in our neighborhood.
The little twisty slide is gone, always a favorite of mine growing up and the one part I was sad to see go. However, three slides insstead of two makes it better. So will the fun little activity things being added on, including a couple at floor level for the toddlers. A set of stairs and a few ladder options means that there is a way for any skill level to get up to the top.
Finally, something in our little park will look like money is being put into it instead of the water bill. (We have the lushest grass in town and its ridiculous.)
I even prepped Wonder Boy and as we watched the little construction vehicles do their thing I reminded him they were building his playground bigger.
He’s excited about his new playground coming with ladders to climb, stairs to use and lots of neat things.
I hope it makes him happy because he is the one I spent months trying to get neighbors involved for.
I will be happy if I can just sit and tweet a little while watching him play on the playground.
Because that is what it is being built for.