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Welcome to the mall, Mom

That's the motto of Tucson Mall. Yes, really. Their other motto is, "What if Mother's Day were a place?"

I've never been a big mall person, but I have to say that I'm impressed with Tucson Mall. We rode our bikes there a couple of weeks ago (it is located conveniently off the River Path) and I was surprised at all the family-friendly amenities we found there.

There were the usual perks, of course, like strollers available for rent, and changing tables in the bathrooms. But Tucson Mall also has those little jumpseats inside of regular toilet stalls. That way, Mom can go to the bathroom without having to worry about the little one rampaging around a disgusting public restroom. (These are situations you never realize exist until you are a mom yourself.) The only other place I've ever seen those are at IKEA.

There are family restrooms, another nicety previously seen only at IKEA. But there is also a nursing lounge. Wow!

The customer service desk gives out little kid activity kits. And - though apparently this is normal and I just didn't know about it - there is an indoor playground at the mall. It's a really neat playground, too, sponsored by a local hospital with play structures in the shape of medical instruments (the non-scary ones). Miriam loves it. Plus, there is hand sanitizer at the entrance, and comfy padded benches around the perimeter to sit on. What more could you ask for?

So now the mall is somewhere that I don't mind going. It's not that I hang out there on a regular basis, but if some shopping has to be done, I'd rather do it there than anywhere else. Because I know that Miriam can have a good time and that all my needs will be taken care of.

And I'm going to stop now because I'm really starting to sound like a commercial. Bottom line: Tucson Mall is awesome, and they've done a great job catering to us moms. Thanks!

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