I've noticed that whenever I have enough head space to keep up with my son's demands for more pushes on the swing, we end up having very good conversations. Propelled, perhaps even regulated, by the momentum of the swinging action, he tells me things he "knows for sure" are true. As I prime the pump, he tells me things that he seems to have stored up for such a moment. As he surges forward on the swing,his body becomes syncopated with the rhythm of the swing and his thoughts come tumbling out.
Today, as he swung up to the sky and back he declared: "I can do anything mama, I can milk a cow, I can chop down a tree, I can chop down that tree over there, I can ride a bike!"