When I asked family members to pitch in for a gift of a learning tower I wasn’t sure if it was an over-indulgence that would take up prime real estate in our small home, or something the kids would love. Fortunately, it has been the latter.
First, my two-year-old boy considers this an indoor jungle gym. It is stable enough to support his light self doing all sorts of monkey maneouvers on and around it (but might not for heavier child.) My heart quivers as I see him climb anything and everything, but at least I know this is close at hand and close to the ground should he fall.
It is a kid-sized stage when a little wants to hold an impromptu performance. (I savor the day when I am not watching the umpteenth dance to Gangnam Style.)
The true joy for me is pulling it up to the small kitchen island so the kids can help me cook and bake. Now I have not embraced my inner Betty Crocker for a number of years now but in the last couple months I have been baking bread, making muffins, and enlisting the best sous chefs in the biz to help me make lunch. Prep takes a little longer, but the food tastes that much better.
As a child, I remember feeling so small in the company of adults. The Learning Tower reminds me to slow down and teach them how to help, and give my growing people a little boost throughout their day.