Three weeks ago, my wife gave birth to our first child. He is adorable and healthy. I could go on and on about the “wee bairn” as we’re fond of calling him. But I’d like to focus on another aspect of this experience for the moment.
Fortunately, I was able to take off some time from work to spend with my family during this special time. This meant that I started experiencing my neighborhood from a new point of view
During this time I got to understand the rhythms of weekday life on my street. As Jane Jacobs called it, “the ballet of the good city sidewalk.” For several days I observed the dog walkers, mail carriers, church goers, students, tourists, and other sorts of people traversing our street. I got to understand how disruptive events (like fire trucks racing away from the station or a neighbor power washing his fence) punctuated the relative tranquility.
I also started to see familiar places in my neighborhood from a completely different perspective. I found that my walking behavior changed substantially when I wore the baby on my body. I crossed intersections feeling more vulnerable and exposed. A crosswalk I would have eagerly approached in October seemed suddenly less hospitable.
In an age before the auto, it’s easy to imagine how my street would have fostered children playing. Tall trees provide shade. The houses face the street allowing parents to watch over the little ones. The brick road surface should slow down traffic. However these factors can’t fully overcome the visceral threat that parents feel about allowing children to play anywhere near streets intended to move cars efficiently.
Thankfully there are many people advocating to make public spaces suitable for children. A few years ago I learned about the 8 80 Cities organization which was founded by Guillermo Penalosa. They focus on creating great public spaces that work for 8-year-olds and 80-year-olds. Now more than ever I realize the importance of this mission.