Playing Hooky.

Sometimes, my parenting skills are questionable. On the first day of school, I packed Bambino up and we jumped on an airplane. I am a huge supporter of early education. I think that the first six years of a child’s life may be the most important in terms of cognitive development. I adore Bambino’s school and his teachers. But, adventure beckoned.

I’ve been thinking a lot recently about why we travel, and why we take il Bambino. In the word of  Neil deGrasse Tyson:

History shows that if you let people go where their curiosity takes them, great things unfold.

When I travel (whether near or far), my curiosity is sparked. I find myself chatting with strangers.  I ask questions.  I am reminded that I don’t know all the answers. I take chances. It’s an opportunity to learn and explore. I feel like a kid again. I love that feeling– and I want my son to understand the power of travel.

Travel also helps us shatter stereotypes and appreciate the cultural diversity that our world offers. While I love a good international ramble, these lessons can also be learned closer to home. For these reasons, I unapologetically boarded a plane on the first day of school.

Our destination also helped alleviate my parental guilt. We were headed to a city that is filled with history, cultural diversity, and beautiful green spaces. We were Boston-bound.

Boston is recognized as a kid-friendly place. However, many of its attractions appeal to older kids (and not to bouncing almost-four-year olds who like to pretend they are Brazilian soccer stars). The Freedom Trail and Fenway Park will wait for another time.

Here is what our preschool truant did (and learned) last week:

Sometimes, You Have To Face Your Fears.

Bambino has always loved splashing in a pool or at the beach– as long as his feet were firmly planted on the ground. However, if he was floating (even in a Coast Guard-approved safety device), he would panic. No amount of parental encouragement and love could calm his fears.

Our hotel (the highly-recommended Revere Boston Common) had a rooftop pool. On our first morning, we spent a lazy morning on the roofdeck and in the water. At first, he was afraid to leave the pool’s ladder. We (sometimes impatiently) reminded him that he had a lifevest on and we were by his side. Then, without further prompting, Bambino literally took a leap of faith. He spent the rest of the afternoon paddling around the pool.

 Sometimes, Bambino is fearless. Other times, he is frozen by anxiety and his fear of the unknown. While we try to teach him to self-regulate his anxiety, it’s hard for a little one. His leap into a big, deep pool taught him that some chances are worth taking. I hope he remembers this lesson and applies it elsewhere.

You Can Find Friends Anywhere.

We made a lot of friends on this trip. Bambino met an old high school friend of mine. He also made his own friendships.

The first were at the Boston Common’s Frog Pond. A magnificently large wading pool, he splashed and romped with a pack of wild, happy children. It was beautiful watching him interact with kids of many ages and backgrounds. One little girl (who was probably ten years old) patiently played an extended game of “hide and seek” with our little one. (It’s hard to hide in a wading pool) When we headed out, she begged us to bring him back later.

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Watching his crew of newfound friends was a reminder that our world is filled with  thriving, vibrant places– as well as kind and open-minded people.

Our other friendship in Boston was less expected. We had given Bimbo the choice between a baseball game or a concert. Unsurprisingly, he chose the Gary Clark Jr. show. While we were wrapping up the night, we started chatting with a gentleman at the back of the venue. We mentioned that this was Bambino’s third Gary Clark Jr. show.

Our new friend told us that he was a photographer  and insisted on taking a shot of il Marito and Bambino. He then emailed me the photo and some other beautiful shots from the concert. (Check out the talented Stephen Atkinson’s website for more of his work.)

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Photo Credit: Stephen Atkinson


We did a lot of other cool stuff too. We met some ducklings.
 

Bambino slurped noodles in Chinatown.


He also inhaled a perfectly-cooked tagliatelle at the amazing Sportello. (His parents had one of their best Italian meals in the U.S. too. Seriously, if you’re in Boston, you must eat here.)

We met Cliff the Triceratops at the Museum of Science.


He experienced life as a bullfrog.


He enjoyed a harborside meal at Legal Sea Foods. (A mandatory stop in Boston.)

Then, we packed up our stuff and picked up my Zia and Zio at the airport. Next stop, Cape Cod.

 

 

 

 

Lessons in the Windy City

Mea culpa. I am waaaaay past-due on a blog post. Here’s a quick recap of our summer happenings.

My anniversary surprise was a Copa America match in Chicago. We watched Leo Messi score a hat trick in approximately 20 minutes of play. I completely surprised him and we had an amazing weekend filled with soccer, fantastic conversation, and the occasional Negroni on a roof deck.

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We have been enjoying our summer close to home. There have been lots of playground and beach visits, local concerts, and time with friends and family.

 

This past weekend, however, was special. We headed back to Chicago for a decidedly different trip than our last one. This Chicago visit was all about Bambino.

Our first stop was U.S. Cellular Field for a White Sox game. Bambino had never been to a baseball game. Although he didn’t pay much attention to the actual match, he loved sitting with his friends on a hot summer day– inhaling hot dogs, cotton candy and all the ballpark food he could get.

Il Marito and I enjoyed catching up with old friends- while our children continued to forge their own friendships. (There is something beautiful and remarkable about how kids bond. Bambino doesn’t get to see his cousin (the famous Tatertot from NC) or his Chicago friends enough. However, without prompting, they fall back into their friendships at each and every visit.)

On Day #2, I had grand plans of a visit to Maggie Daley Park and picnicking. Unfortunately, it was HOT. A heat index of over 100° hot. We canned the idea of an outdoor day. Over breakfast, we considered our options. We decided on a day at Navy Pier.

For as many times as we’ve visited Chicago, none of us had ever been to Navy Pier. Frankly, I’ve avoided it because it reminded me of Fisherman’s Wharf– a big, fancy tourist trap.

Admittedly, parts of it are filled with tacky souvenirs and franchisey restaurants. However, Navy Pier contains the wonderful Chicago Children’s Museum. Bambino climbed a three story ropes course, excavated dinosaur bones at a dig site, learned about gravity and physics through massive Hot Wheels tracks, and engaged in all sorts of shenanigans. The Children’s Museum definitely goes on the Bambino-Approved list.

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Next, we rode the Centennial Wheel. In our air conditioned car, we enjoyed vistas of the Chicago skyline and watched sailboats glide across Lake Michigan.

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After a much-needed nap, we headed towards Soldier Field. We were taking Bambino to see Coldplay (one of his favorite bands). We knew there was the possibility of a thunderstorm. Being (slightly) responsible parents, we packed our raincoats.

However, as we ate dinner at a lovely Mediterranean grill, we realized that the weather was becoming ominous. We debated bagging the concert. We debated rushing to Soldier Field and weathering it on the sheltered concourse. We spent so much time debating, we almost missed our chance to get to shelter.

The three of us grabbed a pedicab to the Soldier Field drop off. We decided to hunker in a pedestrian tunnel while the storm passed. We were joined by about 50 of our closest friends. The rain poured. Winds gusted. Water ran through the tunnel. Thunder cracked. Bambino thought it was awesome.

When the rain let up, we finished our trek to Soldier Field. The stadium was packed. We (frantically) tried to find our seats, which didn’t seem to be on the map. Eventually, we asked for help…  And realized that we had fancy seats in the Club section. We entered the United Club and were greeted with air conditioning, lounge areas, plentiful bathrooms and line-free concession stands. We took an escalator to our section.

Il Marito and I kicked ourselves for not doing our due diligence. Instead of huddling in a viaduct, we could have been sprawled on a coach, drinking a draft beer, watching Bambino scamper through the club during the storm! Crap, crap, crappity crap. (Lesson learned– check your tickets before the event.)

We made it to our seats. The view was perfect and Coldplay’s performance was on point. While Bambino has been to a lot of concerts, he had never experienced a show with the production value of this one. There were lights, confetti, and pyro. He was awestruck, and danced in his seat (while singing all his favorite songs). I hurt from smiling.

We skipped the end of the show. Bambino asked to go home, and it was about to storm again. We grabbed a pedicab, followed by a regular cab, and made it back to the hotel just as the rain started to fall again.

We slept in, grabbed a coffee, and headed home the next day. Bambino asked when our next adventure would be. (Soon, my little wanderer.)

I learned a lesson this weekend. I’ve cut back on my neurotic, anal retentive planning. I need to get back in the habit of strategizing our vacations. There were a few times when a strategically-scheduled restaurant reservation or a general understanding of our concert ticket amenities would have been a godsend.

However, even the best plans go awry. You visit a city during a heatwave. Your concert is interrupted by an epic thunderstorm or two. In those moments, you can find magic. You can discover a gem (like the Children’s Museum) that you would have otherwise missed. You can watch your child relish the beauty and power of a storm. (Next time, I’d just prefer to do this while comfortably seated at the United Club.)

Until next time, friends.