I love my mother more than anything in the world. I adore her strength, her endurance, her humor, and her determination. We think alike, love similar music, clothing, etc. I could go on for days about how awesome she is. She has a heart that is bigger than anyone I know. That is where she gets into trouble.
I firmly believe kids are too spoiled today. Now you can be furious with that statement and stop reading right now, or pause and realize this following point. Kids today have no idea what it means to work for anything. They have no clue how use their imagination like we used to. You tell most kids to go play they cozy up with a tablet, smart phone or video game. It breaks my heart. So it was when I found out I was having my little T-Rex, I said I didn’t want to have my little man bombarded with a million toys. I wanted him to have books, bang pots and pans, run around pretending to be a knight.
My mom is a doting grandma. She lives to make these little monsters of her’s smile. If she hears they have developed a love for something, she is all over it. T-Rex has dinosaurs galore! He has dino books, action figures, posters, pillows, and stuffed animals. Every time she brings him something I have to remind her that he really doesn’t need these toys. She just grins and tells me how much it thrills her to make him happy.
It was when my son developed his near crack addiction to Mickey Mouse, that my mom started down a path that we all know. The collectibles path. Disney already had the little ones hooked with Mickey Mouse Club. There are few of us who can claim to have no idea what the Hot Dog song is or when we sing it. Then there are a vast majority of us who not only know the song, but when they sing it, and who does what dance. Disney then decided to kick it up a notch. Mickey Mouse Roadsters made its way to TV. If your kids are like mine, it was instantly an addiction.
To top it off, they made little Mickey Mouse action figures to go along with the show. My mom then decided to change life for me as we knew it. She brought over Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck. My son was over the moon. He drove them all over the house, tub, cat.
Seeing my little man’s reaction then fueled her. She had to go back and get the other 3, I was told her this wasn’t necessary. Her famous line, well one of her many famous lines , then came forth. Well , he needs to have them all. Does he? Does he need them all? I already have like 3 McQueen cars I am trying to keep track of before bedtime. Now I had Mickey, Donald and the prospect of a few more. I told her again, I think he is good with what he has, but it fell to pieces when those big blue eyes came over, an tilted his head, and said, ” VaVa, more Mickey.” Within a week I had three more cars in my house. Two weeks after that, maybe a bit more, She arrived with a track for these said cars. After looking at the package I mistakenly said allowed, Oh gosh they have more characters now! Boom, we now own them.
After thinking finally all that was left to get to complete this collection was one more track, my husband graciously sent me a text message. It contained a picture of yet another new Roadster Racer. Needless to say, my sanity when it comes to these racers has left. However, he is giddy every time he can show my mom a new trick he has them do, or has her drive them with him. I know that when it comes to her, my rule of ” He doesn’t need that,” is falling on deaf ears. I actually love her for it. She is such an amazing VaVa.