Occasionally someone will ask me if I think I am spoiling my kiddos. I am shocked and appalled by this question. The outrageous nature of the question, the total lack of insight into my life, I could go on.
Of course I am spoiling my children. Most of us are spoiling our brats. Last weekend for example, I took my children to a child health event in our town called Babyfest and Kidfest. It sounds like a child health event would lack pizzaz, but on arrival there were fire trucks, ambulances, police cars, bouncy houses, playground equipment and a petting zoo.
Then we went inside and my children were instantly greeted with a swag bag to shove all sorts of free goodies inside. They were shuffled off to play games for candy and prizes and a glass of lemonade and a cupcake was violently thrust into each of their little paws. Oh, the humanity. They were given free teddy bears and run through a teddy bear health clinic, and then were forced to meet beloved characters.
This is just a small representation of some of the swag they walked away with.
After two hours of literally having free plastic toys and candy thrust into their hands and endless playing we geared up to go to lunch, at a Chick fil-A with a play yard. While were in the car on the way to a completely child-centric lunch after leaving a completely child centric event, my five year old looks at me and says, “Mommy, I think I’m going to need you to arrange me a playdate. I am getting a little bored.”
Y’all, I just might choke her out. I hope that she hasn’t learned this from watching me. I pray every day thanking God for all that he has given me. Maybe someday they will be grateful too.