Ahhhh....fresh off the thrill of Christmas and on the cusp of my son's birthday, I must make another confession: I only like the idea of toys. In all actuality, those little things drive me nuts and only cause me headaches and more opportunities to play referee in my own home.
You're with me, right? You go to Target in search of the perfect toy for your little guy or gal, niece or nephew, random stranger kid from preschool, etc. It's amazing how you eye the wares in the toy section and think about how much fun your little person will have with the toy. You spend lots of time (10 minutes max.) hand-picking the proper Batmobile, Littlest Pet Shop creature, or sand art kit. It sounds like the kiddo will have endless hours of fun with the selected toy allowing the parents to sit back and enjoy some kid-free moments of bliss.
Reality: the kid never loves the toy as much as he should. Reality: the parents hate the toy more than you will ever know....even if you're the parent who purchased the gift. Reality: the little pieces don't matter and always get lost or eaten too quickly. Reality: toys seem like fun, but they're really only fun if you drop everything and sit down to show your child how to properly play with the damn thing. Reality: who has time for that? We buy the toys so the kid can spend some time "exploring his imagination".....alone.
The harsh reality, no matter how much or how little you spend on toys, is that they will never be just right and there will never be "enough," yet there are always too damn many.
Confession #13. Deal with it. I've got a birthday party for which I must prepare.....including wrapping another set of toys......*sigh.*