- To start with we couldn't figure out where the metro was at Union Station; and the first "lady" that we saw, (with a vest on to indicate she worked there!) rudely and bluntly said she wouldn't help. period. Fortunately, that was the only ugly-person we ran into.
- We had to figure out how to use the machine to get all day passes to ride. It was in a dark corner, in front of the turn-styles where all of the commuters were zipping through. There stood my six and eight year olders taking it all in while the adults failed to completely understand how to simply get six all day passes. After my mom and I asked a few questions of the metro-employee we got it all figured out. (Self-help isn't always all it's cracked up to be.)
- We had to navigate all of the elevators vs escalators since we had a stroller. (This really made it apparent to me how the metro is NOT very user friendly for those with disabilities)
- We had to navigate a few on and offs, train switches, station changes to get to our final destination.
- As a mom I was particularly nervous as we stood there waiting for the next train, in an area full of people and a HUGE drop down to the tracks. Gives me the shivers still thinking about an accidental stumble in the wrong direction.
But, wow, what a learning opportunity!
- When we were standing there waiting for a train we talked about how I used to ride the metro to work every day in the summer when I lived in Northern Virginia in my college years. How they have something similar in Boston, where their dad went to college. The history.
- In one of several elevator rides a little boy in his school uniform got on, maybe ten-years old, and held the door for his mom. She had a walker and was disabled. The 10-year old boy, very polite and soft-spoken, told my son how cool his shirt was (Star Wars, of course) and we complimented him on how he helped his mom. The little interactions.
- As we stood there waiting for the first train to arrive, the boys got wide eyed when not only could they hear the train arriving but they could /feel/ it - the wind, the shake and rattle. The noise. The busyness. Life!
What do you learn in your moments of stress? What will the kids take away from it? Help them think through, breath through it, live with it in a healthy fashion! Take ownership of these moments and call them memories.
- Leanne from MilitaryAvenue.com