We entered Kidzania at 2 pm and at 9 pm, I had to literally drag my children out, they plainly refused to come! For those 7 hours, both of them had forgotten their phones, i-pads, computer games and television. Both had so many stories to tell me, the car was buzzing with their happy voices. There is something magical in listening to a child's description of happiness and success. My story, however, didn't end here, the next weekend, I was back at Kidzania - this time the 1.5-hour drive from Malad to Ghatkopar didn't seem like an ordeal, maybe because I knew that the return on this investment is going to be multi-fold! If you are a parent who wishes to lend wings to your child's creativity and imagination, Kidzania is definitely a must-visit for you.
Today, as a mother of a growing young boy, I have such a wonderful story to narrate to my son. I am able to guide him properly, thanks to my mom. I am my son's best friend, only and only because my mother was my best friend throughout college. My definitions of beauty, relationships & interpersonal skills come from my mother. Later, when my daughter grows up, I will be able to be her bestest friend ever - only because I had one in my mother. My mother taught me that love has different forms and languages, one needs to have a clean heart to express it selflessly - without expectations.
Parents are today picking up their children from the rat race and allowing them to create a race of their own. Such children will create powerful stories for themselves and the world.