Gratitude?

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.

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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.

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This is just a small representation of some of the swag they walked away with.

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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.

 

 

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