First time parents are nervous. Typically, the fears are: ‘make sure you’re supporting the baby’s head, don’t’ drop the baby, and my favorite, I don’t know what the baby wants we’ve tried everything.’ Time goes by…days turn into weeks, weeks into months but slowly the parents begin to understand the needs of their infant.
Somewhere between a couple of weeks and months down the road the house is suddenly filled with every kind of toy, almost ever made. From a red rubber hammer to a soft floppy doll or those colorful rings that every child must learn to stack before crawling. Look back, this little tiny person is management material.
Your once uncluttered home is now a toy factory. But, the children are entertaining themselves with pots, pans, the plastic bubble wrap the toy came in or the ready-made fort built from the washing machine and dryer boxes. As a consumer, it seems to me that I’m really buying bubble wrap and cardboard. Maybe this should be the gift? What did the retailers sell me? Consumerism and consumptionism…they got us through the kids. Who’s in charge here? This is what got me thinking.
We sorta had a stock pile…and were well on our way to filling a small warehouse. You see, we were on the second kid and this one was a boy. So on top of the stuffed animal collection, pretend kitchen stuff that she will eventually want a dishwasher or cleaning lady for, and the dolls that had all those clothes and shoes, yet ,they were never going anywhere…the house was overrun. Expensive colored plastic that played annoying music or grinded you’re gears with the pulsing sounds of sirens from a truck of some kind. So I asked myself why are we doing this. Looking back…I think my concern was becoming a toy hoarder. Is this possible? Hmm, this phobia should hit the medication market soon.
I decided the second kid would never learn where or what the Toys R’ Us store was. Oh yeah, you read it right. We let the “The Boy” think the stores were only in the United States. As a family tradition, we always toy shopped when we visited the States but as for home, “So sorry honey, Canada just doesn’t have one.” His sister, well she was old enough. She kept her mouth shut…cause we bribed her. “The Boy” was clueless for years and the store was far from the house. We saved a lot of money avoided the endless sounds of whinnying and never missed the pleading, “I want that! Can I have that please, oh please?” That bit of drama passed right on by our house.
So when the “The Boy” was about five we took him to the newly built “Toys R’ Us.” He was so excited a store finally arrived in Canada. Ah, the simple pleasures of life.