So, Lovegirl has been in sports camp this summer. She’s definitely enjoyed it, and I’m glad I made the decision to enroll her. I’m still tripped out when I see/hear my little kid doing a cheer “I can slide and slide and do the butterfly. I can dip and dip and shake my little hips…” But that’s a matter for another day.
Today I’d like to discuss – and get feedback on – stuff. Over the course of the last few days, my child has gone from being content playing with empty paper towel rolls and plastic straws to wanting every.darn.thing. I exaggerate, but only slightly. Mama can I have: a pillow pet, a b.arbie, a PSP, a perm (yeah, that’s a whole ‘nother post too..), and the list goes on.
Lovegirl never even played with dolls and all of a sudden she wants a b.arbie. What’s up with that? So I asked her. Oh, she wants one because two girls at camp have one. And she want a PSP because so and so has one and somebody else told her she’d probably get one when she’s six. She also wants a “tindo.” I finally figured out she meant N.intendo. She doesn’t even know what she’s asking for – she just wants it because the other kids have it.
I realize this is perfectly natural and follows us (sometimes to our own detriment) into adulthood. But I’m still a little concerned at the sudden need to have what everybody else has – even if she doesn’t necessarily even want it.
My parents were usually like, yeah, no. I do remember getting a few things I specifically asked for – though that happened very infrequently. I credit their refusal with my not being caught up in a lot of “stuff” now. Once I got past high school, I really didn’t care about brand name stuff, keeping up with the Jones’, etc. Smoochy on the other hand is was way into brand names and stuff. I still remember a huge disagreement we had when we were newly married – we were out shopping and he wanted a polo shirt. So I went over to the polo shirts and started picking colors. He looked at me like I was nuts and went over to the P.olo section and started picking up $70 shirts with little horses on them. Oh hells naw. I was like “Ralph L.auren doesn’t pay our bills are you crazy?” And he was like “I can’t walk around wearing a generic shirt – everybody wears P.olo.” Okay, bet. Here’s $70. Buy one shirt or three I don’t care. 11 years later, he’s pretty much come over to my side
Anyhoo, I’m rambling a bit….Have you dealt with this with your children? How did you handle? Do you remember going through this as a child? How’d your parents deal?