She opened all her gifts with a smile upon her face. She was truly grateful and excited to wear the new clothes, and try on the new boots. To model the new earrings and slip into those new jammies. The pile at her feet consisted of most of the items on her list, yet I could tell by the look in her eyes that she was disappointed.
Why on earth would a child be disappointed on Christmas? What did I do wrong?
Oh. My. God. It hit me like a ton of bricks and took the air from my lungs.
No toys. Not one. single. toy. Nothing for her to play with that came bearing her name.
Who doesn’t buy their child a toy for Christmas?
As I looked at her face, the one that appears to be older than its actual age, I held back the tears as I realized that I am the one that failed to buy their child a toy for Christmas. I am the one that forgot that my oldest child is still exactly that. A child.
In my defense, her list was limited. In my defense, she didn’t express too much interest in toys. In my defense…..nope. Not this time. No excuses.
I dropped the ball. Screwed the proverbial pooch. I failed.
While I often look at her and see a girl who wants the responsibility of an adult, I forgot that she’s still a little girl. A child.
While she struggles with asking to do “grown up” things, she still enjoys playing with Barbies and assembling Legos.
While I struggle with her asking to do “grown up” things, I forgot that she still enjoys playing with Barbies and assembling Legos.
I frequently catch myself wondering when these kids are going to grow up a bit. Wishing they would stop acting so childish. Hoping for a little bit of maturity.
What in the hell am I doing that for?
The time is coming, sooner rather than later, for grown-up behavior. Before long there will be dances and dates, tears over a broken heart and requests for gas money. There will be jobs (oh yes, there will be jobs) and there will be bills and there will be adult responsibilities. There will be too many activities and not enough hours in a day.
Who looks forward to that?
Now is the time to bathe in their innocence.
To drink from their fountain of youth.
To live vicariously through their young eyes.
To savor the carefree lifestyle of being a child.
To play with all the toys.
To truly LIVE.
Because we all know that being a grown-up is severely overrated.
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