My college friend, Morgan, recently moved to Delaware. Since her relocation, I had promised to bring Charlie to visit her. With the way our schedules worked out, this weekend was the chosen weekend. The journey forced me to confront some complex emotions because Morgan is twenty five weeks pregnant.
Prior to the trip, I had expected it to be hard. The twenty fifth week was the last full week that I carried Charlie (she was delivered the morning she reached twenty six weeks). I expected to feel envy, jealousy, and a little sadness. But, being with and supporting my friend was more important than any little uncomfortable twinge of emotion. I swallowed back my reservations and braced myself for what may come.
Surprisingly, I didn’t need to worry. All I felt was excitement and joy for her. It was precisely the way I felt towards pregnant friends prior to Charlie’s birth. Another sign I’m moving on in life.
The visit was a lot of fun as they usually are with Morgan. She accompanied Charlie and I to the Please Touch Museum in Philadelphia. The museum was an amazing place for Charlie to explore and play. I think her favorite part was the hundreds of rubber ducks on display in a long case.
Additionally, there were several play areas exclusively for children under three. Because of Charlie’s small size and physical delays, designated toddler areas are the very few places in the world where she can explore and play independently. It was wonderful some of the toddler play areas had staff to ensure only those aged three and under utilized the space. Some of the other designated toddler areas did not.
The difference was obvious.
It is frustrating when older (far exceeding the age limit) and much bigger kids enter areas designed for little kids. This defeats the purpose of a toddler play area. Because the older kids are bigger and play rougher, they endanger the little kids by knocking them over, jumping on them, or stepping on them. However, this problem isn’t limited to the museum. Sadly, it occurs in just about every unsupervised toddler spot.
But, I digress.
After we explored the museum, we returned to Morgan’s house in Delaware for the evening. Charlie showed off her farm animal noises before heading to bed. Seeing a friend is always good but, I can’t wait to meet Morgan’s little one.