I never really understood the appeal of malls. Well, except
when I was 14 years old, and it was like
totally the coolest place ever.
But that was before I discovered- well…everywhere else- because almost
everywhere else is more exciting than the mall.
Or at least it was. Until now.
I have now reignited my love affair with the mall, and I am
a hundred percent in the honeymoon phase.
You see, my one year old daughter recently started walking.
At first, all her walking took place at home, as she wasn’t yet steady enough
on her feet to take the show on the road.
Once her walking improved and she was ready to make her
debut public performance, we went to the local mall, and I set her loose.
Suddenly, it was like King Midas had turned the place to
gold.
Previously unnoticed signs on the wall became works of art,
ugly plants took on a rainforest-like mystique, and benches became percussion
instruments.
Now I can add “hanging out at the mall” to the list of
activities that I never understood prior to becoming a mom (along with other
formerly -deemed “odd” lifestyle choices, such as going to bed early, living in
the suburbs, and staying home on Saturday night).
So now I know, malls are for toddlers. And if my daughter
loves the mall, I do too. After all, what could be better than watching her
take such delight in a place that I previously thought was depressing, at best?
And the cherry on top? All that walking, running, and
exploring tired her out so much that she slept for thirteen hours that night.
And that, my friends, is why malls were invented.
