My first solo trip to Springfield was an enchanting escapade, driven by the prospect of beholding the skeletons of a colossal sloth and a mammoth—for free. Later, when I worked just a block away, this museum would evolve into my lunch break sanctuary, whisking me away to the tranquil depths of native forests with each subsequent visit.
When I had the chance to introduce this hidden treasure to my son, Reve, my anticipation knew no bounds. He wasn’t walking yet—still mastering the art of crawling—so I found myself juggling the challenge of holding him while scouting out safe spaces for him to explore. Interestingly, the imposing taxidermied creatures failed to captivate his attention, and he appeared entirely indifferent to my favorite gigantic sloth and mammoth. However, the vividly-hued stuffed birds and the dazzling geological exhibitions held him spellbound.
Undoubtedly, the pinnacle of his experience was the museum's second level. As we meandered past historical playthings and miniature household replicas, which held a beguiling allure for me, Reve found himself drawn to a gallery adorned with resplendent paintings. One particular portrait of Nixon entranced him so thoroughly that his protests and tears erupted when I attempted to divert his focus elsewhere.
The museum's lower level is a haven dedicated to budding explorers like Reve. We nestled into a snug nook filled with books, taking a moment to read and enjoy a bottle break. With no other visitors in sight, it proved to be a serene respite in our day. Following our tranquil interlude, Reve delved into a realm of discovery. He sifted through tire shavings to uncover fossils, traversed in and out of tree structures, and scoured a simulated creek in search of concealed aquatic creatures. While he frolicked with an assortment of antiquated toys, it was a diminutive cast-iron pot that truly ignited his imagination.
Amidst our visit, I stumbled upon a delightful surprise—a baby seat in the restroom. This considerate addition meant that I could securely fasten him in place while tending to my own needs, alleviating my concerns about him venturing onto a soiled bathroom floor. Such a simple yet ingenious concept.
What renders the Illinois State Museum truly exceptional is its perpetually evolving allure. Despite its unassuming dimensions, there's always a novel discovery awaiting Reve with each visit. Currently, he is entranced by the vibrant colors and textures. Soon, as he takes his initial steps, it will be all about the buttons he can press and the structures he can clamber upon in the children's area. Over time, as he matures, he will come to appreciate the marvels of the fossils and taxidermied creatures that once enthralled me.
Pinpoints:
Illinois State Museum
502 S Spring St, Springfield, IL 62706
M-F 9 AM to 4:30 PM; Sun 12 PM to 4:30 PM
Comments