2 Tips that Get You Through the Children’s Museum in Seattle
I had a Top 10 Reasons to Love the Children’s Museum post lined up for today. The problem is I don’t really love the place. It’s not for me. It’s all for Dek.
Now don’t misunderstand me. There is nothing wrong with the Children’s Museum. It’s a fantastic institution that gets kids imaginations going in ways I just can’t facilitate at home.
Dek could give you a list of 50 reasons why the museum is the most spectacular place he has ever been; the fire truck, water pool and hammers would be at the top of his list. Everything is his size and ready for him to play with. Nothing is off limits. What could be better?
Well, what about me?
Yes, I know I am supposed to be overjoyed by the mere sight of my son’s smile as he discovers something new. And I am. Nothing makes me happier than that kid of mine figuring out how a ball can go in one side of a tube and make it’s way to the other. The look of pure fascination as he flips the switch on a miniature Metro Seattle bus makes my heart sing. His mind is opening and he is learning.
These are all good things, but to be honest, I get a little bored. So I don’t go for the toys; I go for my own (selfish?) reasons.
Tip #1 : Friends
I won’t go to a kid’s museum without at least one adult friend. If we are lucky enough to be able to herd our children in the same direction, maybe, just maybe, we can sneak in a little adult conversation. We pack ourselves a nice lunch and plop down on a bench. After we get the kids settled in with a sandwich, I can turn to my friend and say “how’s it going?” Each of us has about 120 seconds to catch the other up on the past week, month, year, before the kids are ready to bounce through the next exhibit.
Tip #2 : Global Village
Tucked into the back corner of the Children’s Museum is a little safe haven of sanity for a parent. The Global Village transports me back to my comfort zone…travel. I’m still tripping over toddlers, usually it’s my own, but I get to pretend I’ve been transported to a foreign land. Dek can drum outside a house in Ghana. I can stroll up to the sushi counter and let Dek serve me a meal in Kobe, Japan. I’m not sure I’m quite ready to hop on the back of a scooter and let him peddle me away into the Philippines. Maybe once his feet can touch the peddles I’ll revisit that one.
I guess what I’m trying to say is the Children’s Museum might not be every parent’s idea of a good time. But just like I make Dek find something he loves at every sight we visit, I can return the favor and find something that will keep my sanity somewhat in tact until it is time to pack up and head home for nap time.
As a family of travelers, we all have to take a turn doing an activity we may not be into 100 percent. I love my boys and will always do things that make them happy. After all, we each get a vote. Good thing I’m the mom though; I get five extra on each trip.