Soft Play - A godsend? A parent’s biggest nightmare? Or both?
At some point in our parenting journey, it’s almost inevitable that we will experience large ‘soft play’ centres. Whether it’s somewhere that friends suggest to meet up or your child gets invited to a party at one.
I’m not referring to ‘baby only’ play centres in this piece. I know there are places with soft play furniture on a really small scale that are very baby friendly and provide an entirely different experience altogether.
Before I became a parent, I hadn’t really noticed soft play centres, they weren’t on my radar. So, when my child came along, it was almost as if they had suddenly all sprung up from nowhere, like an epidemic!
Having had numerous conversations with friends about soft play, as well as having my own vast experience of many different soft play venues, I wrote this poem. It’s in the draft of my next book – the sequel to ‘Baby Daze’ and focused on parenting toddlers. I’m pretty sure that the poem will resonate with most of you.
Soft Play
Shouts and yells
Screams and squeals
Fraught mums
And meal deals.
White noise
Ball pools
Bright colours
Children’s rules.
This is the land
Of soft play
Where toddlers like
To spend their day.
Where mothers come
To sit and chat
Though really not
Much chance of that.
With every squeal
You turn around
Alert to every
Crying sound.
Is it mine?
You hope it’s not.
Thank goodness
It’s someone else’s tot!
It’s a melting pot
Of nasty germs
Where every parent
Quietly squirms.
Don’t want to know
What you’ve stepped in
It’s on your socks
And soaking in!
When you try
To extract your child
The tantrum’s enough
To drive you wild!
Finally, as
Your voice gets stern
You vow again
You won’t return.
But the resolution
Soon wears thin
And the pull of soft play
Draws you in!
(Sarah Davis)
Soft play does have its benefits. It’s great for children to run off excess energy on a really rainy day. I know that when I’ve picked my son up on a Friday after school & it has been rainy playtime all day it’s extremely tempting to take him there to play with his friends before going home.
On the other hand, it’s a melting pot for germs and the noise can seem intolerable, especially if you’ve had very little sleep.
I guess my view is if it is dry enough to play at the park then there is no contest – the park wins every time.
I get the feeling though, that when my son is old enough to be out alone with friends & I’m worrying about his whereabouts, I will probably look back at his soft play days with rose tinted glasses!