I got busted by my five-year-old the other day. She doesn’t know she busted me…yet. But someday when and if she reads my blog and my chronicling of our journey as a family, she will know that she caught me in a lie.
That lie being that I took her doll—along with the doll’s backpack she and her father so lovingly made together—into my office with me and didn’t leave it in my car.
You see, each day, my daughter dresses her doll and packs her backpack in much the same way that I dress my daughter and pack her bag for school.
Then, I drop my daughter off at school and the doll and I carry onto my office where I’m supposed to take her along with her backpack inside with me and pretend that I’m dropping her off at her daycare.
I worked late the other night. The kids were in bed when I got home. I peeked in on them and couldn’t resist giving them the softest of fairy kisses so as not to wake them.
Of course, my son woke. He sat up and asked for a glass of a water. I brought him to the kitchen, gave him his water and brushed his hair off his forehead as he drank. Then we turned the light out and I carried him back to bed.
Unbeknownst to me, he had gone to bed with a tiny toy in his hand. At some point before I arrived home and went in to check on him, he had dropped it in bed or on the floor. Of course, this was the thing that his mind was focused on the second I laid him down and started to cover him up.
He asked me to find it for him. I looked, then I shook my head and whispered, “I can’t find it. We’ll look for it in the morning.” That wasn’t good enough. So I looked again. Without success, I shook my head and kissed his forehead saying, “It’s here somewhere. We’ll find it in the morning when the sun is up and there’s lots of light in your room.” He started to whine cry. “It’s OK,” I tell him. “We’ll find it in the morning.” I started to leave the room.
The whining got louder.
I chose to ignore it. It was, after all, almost midnight. I was tired. He was tired. He would forget about it in a minute or so and drift back to sleep.
Moments later, there was silence in the house again. As I suspected, he had gone back to sleep; the toy temporarily forgotten.
But I’m sure I’ll hear about it first thing in the morning.
Do you ever feel like, as a parent, you have to make “educated” decisions about the toys that come into your house?
Like, my daughter wants a Barbie dream mansion. I could just get it for her. It’s on sale right now. But I feel I have to make sure that I’m not just giving in every time she wants something. I have to weigh the benefits of having this toy over another toy. Will this toy be something that will stand the test of time? If we have another girl, yes, two kids will get enjoyment out of it. If we have another boy, it might not be so worthwhile. The boy that we have may play with it, but he’ll be in direct competition with his older sister for it and, therefore, fights will result. Continue reading →