There is the MOST amazing carousel in a mall in Connecticut. Has anyone ever been?
Very kid friendly mall. Highchairs in the food court. Pretty freakin’ awesome and stuff one appreciates when children are in the picture. Before my lil’ one, I’d not have noticed any of it as I sat and ate something from Cinnabun.
Parents are nuts though. Ugh. The volume of disinterested parents was astounding and so many children were left unattended while their mums and dads were texting away or shopping. I didn’t like that.
But when that carousel spun, the children had no choice BUT to be strapped in with a parent in tow, on the side seat. Otherwise, the ride would have not been offered.
I smirked because for four minutes the parents were forced to behave and watch their children and they had to stop their texting. For four minutes their worlds spun and co-existed together while the rest of us on the outter perimeter watched. Time seemed to stop for them. Nothing else in life was applicable.
That was a moment I witnessed yesterday. I’d have noticed it with a different set of eyes had I not had my daughter. I’d have been a bitter, infertile woman wondering, “Some day, I will take my child here and NEVER ignore him or her. And someday, I will come here and not need a carousel to jolt me in to enjoying my child.”
And so. Yeaaah. There I would have been. And there I was again.
Infertility lends a great appreciation for what one does not have but what one WILL have in time.
No $2 admission ticket necessary.
