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MY LOVE / HATE RELATIONSHIP WITH SOFT PLAY
I like to think that the person who invented the first soft play centre – and I’m talking the type madeup of elaborate Krypton Factor netting obstacles, flesh burning plastic slides and squishy
However, do not underestimate the compulsion which underlines the decision to visit one of these places. Let’s face it, no sane human being would ever really choose to cross the threshold of one of these places out of true free will. Soft play isn’t for the kids, it’s tough love
It’s a form of catharsis in which we silently acknowledge parenthood is quite tough when faced with being at home all day with the ankle biters, but tougher still when faced with being out in the real world. Soft play is the demiworld which allows us to entertain the illusion that our kids are being constructively occupied while we sup gingerbread lattes and flick through Grazia.
However, this premise is fundamentally flawed. Woe betide the parent who actually does sup the gingerbread latte and pick up a magazine, browse
Fay Weldon once said ”the greatest advantage of not having children must be that you can go on believing you are a good person. Once you have children, you realise how wars start” She had clearly just visited a
This rings every time in my head when I recall a particularly challenging phase with my son. He was what the more unkind folk would call ”a hitter”. Having weathered the disapproving looks, passive aggressive comments and outright verbal attacks of some parents, which even left this hard-assed mother in tears on a couple of occasions, I retreated from visiting soft play places.
He, in his tender two year old mind, never once saw this as an admonishment. In fact, I think he was secretly relieved that he didn’t have to assert his
My little boy had been parented to within an inch of his life, and of course he was desperate to exercise his new found sense of justice. I was comfortable in the knowledge he knew what was right and wrong and
That’s all very well, until, suddenly, you’re flung headlong and without warning into new territory – your child is the one on the receiving end. I’d been so used to being the one helicoptering around my son, brokering toy exchanges and negotiating apologies, that it hadn’t occurred to me that I’d have to deal with the flipside.
Like the occasion when I watched as another child blockade every exit of the soft play in order to imprison his
It’s not all like this, of course. If it was, no one would ponder over whether to pay for the one or two hours entry, or get their loyalty card stamped , or use it as a carrot dangler for getting their kids to put their shoes on to leave the house. As much as the kids love it, this tough love therapy has its upside for us.
In amongst the fog after having my second child, one of the only things I can really remember are the days when my friends and I met up at softplay. Whilst our older ones writhed around in the ball pit,
When I go with friends, it reminds me of the African proverb “it takes a village to raise a child”. We rally round each other like a co-operative, wiping each others’ kids’ snotty noses, sharing round
On the occasions I have visited these places on my own with my kids, I have encountered some amazing women – and men. I’ve discussed reflux with a stay at home dad of three and politics with the owner
So, although soft play might seem a bit too much like hard work at times, this tough love therapy is free, and it all
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