I've always hated taking my kids to the park. I admit it. It is supposed to be fun and your kids are supposed to entertain themselves with all the amazing play equipment we have in Palo Alto. Don't we have close to 30 parks in Palo Alto alone?? We even live within spitting distance of at least 4 of them. I should be rejoicing.
But, it's never fun. It's never been fun. When my twins were 2, they could climb way beyond their ability and would inevitably end up stuck high up on opposite sides of a play structure, forcing me to make a decision of who I would risk letting fall and who I would help down. I avoided parks for a while during that year.
This year, my twins are 4.5 years old. They should be able to play independently now. But, no, I get suckered into chasing them around playing "tag." I'm bitter as I watch the bench moms sitting happily on the bench watching me run. My butt has been on a park bench probably a total of 5 minutes for each park visit we've had.
Our new issue is that the twins like to do different things. So, today, my son was on rollerblades and my daughter was on foot at Rinconada Park. She decided to climb a tree. My son decided to climb the tree, too, but he demanded his shoes, which I had left in my backpack in the playstructure part of Rinconada Park, at least a city block away from the tree. And, of course, I could not get my daughter out of the tree so we could retrieve the shoes. So, brilliantly (not!), I told my son that if he didn't want to climb barefoot, he could run back to the bench inhabited by my backpack and get his shoes. He made it halfway, then ran back, crying something half-intelligible about no one going with him. He was freaked-out from his 5 minute solo trek, so I ran toward him to let him know it was O.K., but at the same time, my daughter started crying because she was stuck in the tree. AAaargh - always having to choose between the two. This whole scene took about 45 minutes of pleading with both kids. I finally got my daughter down, while my son kept crying about me "abandoning" him (using his own words). I was exasperated. We finally all went back to my backpack which had been enjoying the benchseat.Continued on the next page