Birmingham's science museum, 'The Think Tank' called us to play.
We had a wonderful visit, a rather fantastic day.
Yes Mummy watched at the think tank and her family made her proud.
Yes Mummy thought at the think tank, with thoughts so clear and loud.
With water play on epic scale the place soon filled with joy.
How wonderful to play and learn and watch my girls and boy.
Experience with hands on fun, its how magic in childhood should be.
Not stuck in front of computer games or watching the TV.
Mummy thought how very magical it was to hear Busby's boating sounds.
The same ones he has for cars and trains, it's his noise that does the rounds.
Barely big enough as yet, to reach the river deep,
And yet here he comes upon his toes, move out the way! Brrrrr peep peep!
And Mummy thought how very wonderful the sibling bond does grow.
As brother and sisters shared and laughed,'This is a water gate you know?'
Passing boats and helping little brother reach for things.
Making of their memories in the magic childhood brings.
And Mummy thought in wonder about Poppy's fascinating soul.
She was engrossed in her boat races, muttering stories all the while.
Her mind is furiously creative, her imagination wild.
How blessed are we to share our life with this amazing child!
And then Mummy nearly cried when she thought of all the days,
She feared Tilly would never pretend, her lack of play-skills not a phase.
And so i sit in wonder and watch dentist Tilly fix teeth and gums.
And chef Tilly make my lunch with plastic beans and cakes and buns.
And then she becomes a driver, yelling EMERGENCY!
For a child who may not have talked or played this was such a sight to see.
And Mummy thinks of the blessings Tilly has shown me through the days.
Her imagination is in fact a rainbow not a palette of differing greys.
Then mummy thought about how gender often seems to rule supreme,
As Busby played in cars for hours, as if in a living dream.
Wheels and engines fascinating, only interrupted by...
The dazzling sight of another car, 'oh joy', i hear him cry!
His head is down, he's running fast, that yellow car does beckon.
With fuel to fill, petrol cans to carry, boy-joy... don't you reckon?
And then mummy thought about buttons, dials, levers and springs.
And how children are so fascinated and enthralled by these things.
And how it is an honour to get to see life through their eyes.
Not tired or distracted, but full of wonder and surprise
We adults seem to dwell in past and future, with our cares.
But children grab the moment, its the present that is theirs.
And then Mummy thought about the energy in their souls, so crisp and new.
As Mr Pointy Finger came to town, accompanied by ahhhhh and ooooo!
Fascination and so much to learn, when did we as adults decide,
We knew it all, enough was seen, when did we slow down our grown-up ride?
Mummy thought about how exciting life could once more be again.
If we lived and loved like children, looking for sunshine in the rain.
Then Mummy thought about how joy is often found in the simplest thing.
As over lunch my kiddies laughter became a song to sing
And what prompted this unbounded joy...the balancing act you can see.
No expense or newest craze required, just love and sweet simplicity.
Then Mummy thought about how strange the grown up world must be.
Where signs up high beckon you up, only to send you back down naughty!
Mummy thought about the big train, surrounded by ramps and stairs.
How it made your perfect setting for imaginary worlds to share.
Sisters visit at the 'library', that's what the stairs become.
And siblings share train world with joy, but why does that guard look so glum?
The man in charge watched on high, to check little people were contained
Imagination in the stars but 'dont touch!' still must be ingrained!
And then Mummy thought about how your precious little minds must dart and race,
Trying to make sense of life, when it's such a confusing place!
No those aren't doggies Busby and yes that is growling you can hear.
And I know the sign says 'dinner' but honestly don't fear!
And I know the T- Rex head is moving but come here let Mummy hold you
This is fun, Poppy what do you mean you wont go to the loo now to do a poo poo!
Oh I see...the dinosaurs will smell you and might come down and eat you for dinner
Don't worry my darling they like big meals not little girls who are much thinner!
Then Mummy thought about how much daddy is a precious part.
And how watching him with our children brightens up my very heart.
And how bikes and wheels and water are a backdrop, for bigger thoughts to see
Those thoughts about how very much this family means to me.
And now all my kids are exhausted, Tilly in her own unique style
And Mummy thinks, it's time to go home and be quiet for a while.
