My oldest is pining after a marble track he saw at a local toy store. It’s infinitely better than any marble track he already owns, which is a considerable amount after the last few years of Christmas and birthday gifts. I refused to buy it. It’s a $60 toy that he doesn’t need, and I’m not even considering it for holiday wish lists.
Some things have happened over the last few weeks in my family that I’m not comfortable sharing in detail, but they’ve prompted this post. As my kids get older I’m finding the need to protect their privacy is more and more important. So you’re getting the philosophical musings without the details, sorry!
A new semester rolled around at our house: the start of the new school year and our co-op. You’re probably thinking “what!? School already?” Yup, for whatever strange reason, our school district started on the first week of August. Since co-op loosely follows the school calendar, off we went.
The anxieties roared up into massive flames threatening to derail our day. Week, even, because the Engineer and I both battled it for a while before the actual day.
I should know by now not to be surprised at what comes out of my son’s mouth. After all, I’ve had 8 years to get used to this kid. Some days it’s a good surprise, some days I wonder if I deserve an award like Worst Parent of the Year or something similar.