This past month has taken me to NYC and Los Angeles, two very different cities. Coming from a small town I am flabbergasted at how people do not wig out from claustrophobic induced panic attacks. Clearly I have discovered I am more at ease in open spaces and crave nature, fresh air and a slower pace.
In both cities I was in situations where I was thankfully childless. I can’t imagine discovering New York for the first time with three children in tow. The focus would have obviously shifted to them, and I felt manic enough traversing the streets and subways with Leigh. In my defense, her energy and mannerisms are like having a child around.
I look forward to exposing my children to both places. My kids would love NYC and all it’s brilliant energy. Would I ever take them to Times Square? That’s a firm NO. I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy. My kids would be entertained for hours on the beaches of California, despite their irrational fear of sharks.
More often than not, in both cities I saw parents toting their children places I would avoid like the plague, i.e. Times Square and the Crossfit Games. I was surprised how many children I saw at the games. It was so insanely hot, busy and required long periods of sitting; a recipe for disaster with my kids.
I am in awe of parents who take their kids everywhere with them. What I know is, I am a mother who would avoid a lot of situations and events if bringing my children was my only option. I would miss going to the Crossfit Games rather than go with kids. Shopping ikea on a Saturday with children gives me an allergic reaction. My life would resemble that of a hermit if I didn’t have Leigh around to watch them.
I want to know, do you jump right in and take your kids everywhere you go? Are you similar to me and have nightmares about being with your children in overcrowded venues? How do you make it work? What’s your threshold?