So, yesterday, I had this post all ready; the only thing it was missing was the typing it up part. I was constantly rolling it around in my head, picking out the words I would use, considering applicable pictures (long blocks of text are so boring). It was only this morning that I realized I hadn't actually typed it up, hadn't actually posted it. I'm one of those people who, when enough mental effort goes into doing something, I start feeling like and thinking that I already did it. When I am tired this tendency increases.
I had wanted to write about the little bit of heaven on earth for kids that we discovered yesterday morning. It is a wonderful place - a place for children to play and parents to relax. Normally the thought of places like this really freaks me out. I can't just sit and let the kids play because I'm too worried about something happening. I wasn't sure about this one. But my friend had his first ever book signing there, and I was not going to miss it. And then, once I stepped in the doors . . . It was instantly a place I trusted.
So I sat. And they played. And they were so sad they were in tears when, two hours later than I'd intended, we had to leave for lunch and nap. I don't blame them, that place had everything. We will be making regular trips there from now on, at least until we have more room for them to romp (a backyard would be wonderful) and downstairs neighbors who won't be calling the landlord because they're being the kids that they are. (How I long for the end of our apartment living days . . . )
It was incredible to see them having so much fun. Watching Yonah spend a few minutes playing Lego's, then a few minutes playing trains, then on to reading books, then riding these incredible life-like horses I would have died for as a little girl, then shopping, then sliding, then swinging from sturdy ropes in the playground area, then moving on to the next thing. Spending only a few minutes on each activity because there was so much to do, so many kids playing, so much fun occurring, and he wanted a part in it all. Watching Arabelle play confidently, assured in my continued presence on the couch. She wasn't as enthusiastic about things as Yonah were. She was quite intimidated for the first hour, actually. But soon, she was off on her own; shopping, mostly. Boy, did she love those little grocery carts.
And while I sat there, only casually keeping tabs on where they were and what they were doing, the thought occurred to me that that; the chaotic happenings with learning lurking in every creative activity; the automatic instinct to share and get along with all the kids present; the delight and wonder to be had in every little nook and cranny; the complete removal of all the junk that goes on in the day to day life, all those pesky little distractions; the ability to completely immerse yourself into and enjoy every single moment as it happened; even just the soothing atmosphere as you sat and observed - it was all a glimpse of what heaven is.
I can't wait.
Edit: If you're in the area and wish to experience that delight and wonder, check out Just Kid'n Around.