Tonawanda News — Yet I can’t fight the urge I get to make my kids happy with some small token. If I take Rigby shopping, then I know we’re coming home with at least a couple of those little lunch packs that contain about 7 cents’ worth of meat and cheese. But I get them because he gets such a thrill out of eating them. Same goes for anything related to “Toy Story” or Hello Kitty we may find in our thrift store ventures, as well as “really good deals” to be found at closeout stores.
In signing them up for baseball this summer, I know it won’t just be the enrollment fee, but week after week of post-game ice cream cones and raffle tickets. And even though it will result in paying for two meals, gas and tolls, I want more than anything to take the kids to the Strong Museum of Play once again.
So what causes this? I want to teach the kids happiness doesn’t come from money, and I complain (way more than I did up at the top of this story) about the worthless stuff that continually accumulates in our house. But — in spite of my best efforts and frequent victories — I still sometimes cave in.
I think there are two parts. The first is parents want the best for their kids. Most of us didn’t come from the best situations as kids, so we want to pass on a better childhood for our babies. Even if we did, we want our kids to be as happy as we were. And we don’t remember most of the toys we had as kids, but we remember those few special ones that became a part of us (for me, it was my Nintendo Entertainment System). So we want to give our kids the best odds possible of finding a similar bond, as silly as a bond with an inanimate object may be.