You know that feeling when you heart is going to burst because you're that happy? And your happiness is a result of seeing your child so happy their heart is about to burst? That's the kind of happiness we experienced this weekend, when we took our son to the Royal Canadian Mint on a tour. Seeing your children happy is the best feeling on earth. It's a million times more amazing than the happiness that comes from a great shopping trip. (Even though a great shopping trip is pretty awesome, too.)
My oldest son has four piggy banks and each one holds money for specific things: spending, sharing, saving and schooling. He most recently used some of his 'saving' money and bought his baby niece something when we were in Florida. We spent over an hour looking for the perfect 'something' to gift her with.
He often counts his money, while learning about math and the value of a dollar at the same time. We took a tour of the Mint a few years ago, before my five year became fascinated with coins, currency and gold bars.
A few years ago, you could say he enjoyed the tour of the Hershey's chocolate factory more, and really—could you blame him? This time, though, he got dressed with care, brushed his teeth with no complaints, and could hardly contain his excitement on the drive there.
Having recently received his very own one ounce gold bar (his first investment piece, aww...) he wanted to see first-hand how these bars were made. Right here in the city he lives in!
At one point during the tour, I looked over at him and saw him listening intently, with a little smile on his face, and I had to hold back my tears. I didn't want to look like the weirdest mom ever on this tour by bursting into tears, you know? But it warmed my heart, to see him so happy. That's one of the best parts about being a mom. I'm not ashamed to say that my happiness is their happiness, and I do whatever I can to make sure they're always happy. Even if it means giving in when I know I'm not supposed to.
After the tour, he got to hold one very heavy gold bar. "It weighs as much as Dimitry!" he said, laughing. He was very impressed, and wished he could take it home. (Me too, sweetheart, me too...)
Later, when we went for lunch downtown, he told us how much he loved the tour, and that it was even more fun than the dinosaur museum—another one of his favourite places to visit.
We have family memberships to every museum in the city, and our weekends are often spent at one of them, making memories and watching our children explore and learn new things. It's a world of discovery for them, and I love having front-row seats to each new experience they have. Nothing warms my heart more.