My parents did what UMaineTeach does. I asked for the powerwheels every year and talked about it. I knew - deep down - that I’d never get it. My mom always said no when I brought it up. Would I be hopeful every Christmas? Yup. Was I distracted by all the rest and wasn’t super surprised it wasn’t there? Yup.
There was - however - a year when I didn’t really get anything I wanted. I don’t remember details anymore, but I was about eight and ended up with a boatload of dolls. Just dolls. I went to my room and cried. Hard. My mom was gentle with me. She understood my sadness but tried to put a bright spin on what I did get. She asked me to remember that gifts are fun but the person who gave it means more, etc. I still remember that Christmas very vividly.
Ugh, I had this same Christmas around a similar age. Hard to articulate but it was very much like a what is this? this isn't for me? My folks probably had x to spend and didn't realize I had transitioned out of kid stuff into more tween stuff? That was the Xmas I realized Santa wasn't real. Odd feeling, not like OMG I"M A BRAT crying tantrum sad - more like sad, now I know Santa doesn't read my mind to find the perfect present themagicisgone sad.
Yes! I was acutely aware that my upsetment was “wrong” but I also was so sad. This is why I went to my room alone to cry. Ugh. It was a good lesson.
Post by JayhawkGirl on Oct 17, 2019 8:25:09 GMT -5
isabel yes, safety. It’s more power in their hands than their brains can process.
I’ve had neighbor kids crash into my yard hard in them - the hill and loop of our street is more than they can steer. There’s a child in one by our school that whipped out into traffic into the wrong lane in my path just last week. I saw her and stopped, she (and mom) just la-di-dah keep going. Three year old definitely isn’t ready to drive!