This one starts off like the classic meme–
I don’t always watch the commercials on TV, but when I do…..
they make me sad.
Forget the ones that are inappropriate and the main reason I cannot watch live TV with my children. (Well, don’t forget them, but we’ll set those aside to discuss another night.)
Never mind the ridiculous ones. I’m a little over the two guys eating in the car at Sonic. They might have been funny once, but, really? Enough.
And don’t get me started on the movie trailers that get us all hooked and then they say, not yet rated. I KNOW what that means, and sure enough, another one we were looking forward to is shelved until the littles are older. Thanks Marvel and Disney. Way to go.
No, this one’s about the ones that make me really sad.
The ones for the stuffed animals. But wait, there’s more.
These stuffed animals aren’t just stuffed animals. There’s one that rolls into a ball and bounces. There’s another that you can use as a bag to hide your unsightly pajamas–you know, because tucking them under your pillow just will NOT do. The one that really takes the cake is the one that has a fish tank in its belly. I kid you not. A fish tank. Or you can store Legos or other small things inside the see through stomach on this stuffed animal.
What a world we are creating for our children when even their stuffed animals must multi-task. What happened to the cuddly stuffed animals that you just wrapped your arms around and let your cares melt away? I’d even take the ones that talked when you squeezed them over this.
It’s what the world is like now, isn’t it? We can’t just be. We must also be able to do…..so. much. more. And it breaks my heart. I see it a lot as a stay at home/homeschooling mom. I saw it when I was a working Mama. You’re introduced to someone and the next thing after hearing your name is, “Oh, what do you DO?”
It’s how we relate to each other. We categorize and compartmentalize and move on.
Now we’re doing it to our children’s toys. Nice bear…..but what does it do?
What these little folks must be learning from us. Go, be, do, and then do more.
I’m more than my Mamahood, though that is a huge part of me and I love it. I’m also more than the homeschool teacher. I’m more than I appear and way more than what I do. I’m what I feel and whom I love and a composite of every moment I’ve breathed on this planet and every decision I ever made. I am more.
But not because I DO more.
Simply because I am.
So no, I won’t be ordering the bubble belly bear or the boucing ball hippopotamus. I just can’t do it. We’re quite happy with the simple ones we cuddle with and wrap up and play ‘ten like with. Then they can be and do anything we imagine.
And without letting myself be put in a box, so can I.
Love and wishes for a soaring imagination to all.