{"id":413,"date":"2016-05-01T10:02:07","date_gmt":"2016-05-01T15:02:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/gmachronicles.com\/?p=413"},"modified":"2019-06-07T15:54:05","modified_gmt":"2019-06-07T15:54:05","slug":"confessions-of-a-spoiler","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gmachronicles.com\/index.php\/confessions-of-a-spoiler\/","title":{"rendered":"Confessions of a Spoiler"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\"\"It is a truth universally acknowledged (as the immortal Austen might<\/em> have put it), that giving stuff to kids is fun.<\/p>\n

They make it so easy<\/em><\/strong> for you, the little buggers, when they radiate anticipation, joy, and wonder in such bewitching fashion, whether ripping into a birthday gift, staring through that store window, or beholding the bounty of Santa Claus.\u00a0 Who can resist providing such golden moments, frozen in memory for years to come?<\/p>\n

Well, I could, and I did.<\/p>\n

When Buddy and Sis were tiny miniature people, not even walking yet, I watched the massive pileups of festive packages at Christmas and first birthdays and thought:\u00a0 This is ridiculous.\u00a0 These children have too much stuff, they will never play with all of it, never remember most of it, surely never realize who showered all this on their blessed little unknowing heads.\u00a0 It was not the fault of their parents, or really anyone in particular\u2014it was the collective outpouring of affection from many that looked like the offerings of a bunch of Anglophiles invited to a birthday party for young Prince George.\u00a0 Those thoughts birthed other, shadowy contemplations about the materialism of our culture, the financial implications of giving children so much, the unending cycle of more, more, more.\u00a0 I was raised by practical, realistic people, who loved the spirit of giving but moderated sensibly (and essentially, with four children) and started very early teaching the important truths about earning, and sacrificing, to get what we want.<\/p>\n

I pondered this and started by holding myself a few steps removed from the gift extravaganzas, resisting the temptation to bring random gifts when I visited, carefully selecting relatively modest options on the obligatory occasions, refusing to think I could demonstrate commitment or build bonds with what I bought them.<\/p>\n

And then some stuff happened.<\/p>\n

The first was a memorable misfire.\u00a0 When Buddy turned four last spring, I had fun selecting a bright green teeter-totter designed with the face of an alligator, or perhaps a crocodile, because I have always been confused about the difference.\u00a0 The gator\/croc seats two, and I thought:\u00a0 Perfect!\u00a0 It\u2019s active, it\u2019s healthy, it\u2019s cute, they\u2019ll love it.\u00a0 Wrong. Early interest was noticeably minimal, then Sis fell off and created a stir, and it was clear we had a dud.\u00a0 Confirmation was offered later, when I happened to mention the gator\/croc rocker.\u00a0 Buddy horrified his listening parents with precise, solemn honesty: \u201cNext year on my birthday, will you get me something I want?\u201d<\/p>\n

But the real force that knocked me off my lofty perch was the simple passage of time.\u00a0 The children became talkative toddlers, imaginations running wild, something bizarre and hilarious forever on their minds and coming out their mouths.\u00a0 Anyone with ears and a heart, listening and seeing things through their eyes\u2026well, what happens?\u00a0 You know how this ends, don\u2019t you? Stay tuned for delivery of the evidence.<\/p>\n

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Sis turned three a few weeks back, and I joined an expedition for birthday tea at the American Girl store.++\u00a0 Contemplating this in advance, I feared disaster.\u00a0 Tea and birthday cupcakes with the birthday doll (dressed to match the birthday girl), very cute and fun, can\u2019t wait to see it.\u00a0 But let her roam through the store, with piles of product on glorious display as far as a three-year-old can see?\u00a0 What if she asks for one of everything?\u00a0 Isn\u2019t this trap invented by an evil marketing genius?<\/p>\n

At first, Sis surprised me, as she so often does.\u00a0 When the post-tea store tour commenced, she skipped from one display to the next, telling everyone, \u201cIt\u2019s my birfday,\u201d exclaiming over much and asking for little.\u00a0 I watched for clues to select my own gift, but got nothing. Then I crossed the store to find\"\"\u00a0the ladies room and missed the inevitable challenge.\u00a0 Her mother reported it went as follows.<\/p>\n

Sis put her birthday doll into a bright pink doll stroller with fat, maneuverable wheels and handles at just the right height, and promptly pushed her baby for a spin.\u00a0 Come along, her mother said after a few turns, we need to go now.\u00a0 No, came the heartbroken wail, my baby NEEDS it, and she clung stubbornly, refusing to turn loose.\u00a0 Finally, her mother pried her hands off the handles and led the tearful birthday girl away before the scene reached genuine meltdown stage. \u00a0This all transpired, thank goodness, before I returned.\u00a0 Because I might have caved right then, much worse (or so I told myself) than caving once the child was out of sight.<\/p>\n

Naturally, the earlier, tougher, morally grounded me would never reward such behavior by buying the item, even though Sis recovered with more grace and self-possession than might have been expected under the circumstances.\u00a0 I would have chosen something else entirely, to drive home a lesson that we never achieve good ends by behaving badly in public.<\/p>\n

That was then, and this is now.\u00a0 As with so many other things involving these children, I don\u2019t know if it was right or wrong, or if grandparenting drives reason and logic to the far and high hills, or whether I\u2019m over-thinking the entire dadgum thing.\u00a0 But it ended this way:\u00a0 Sis got the stroller (though not til the next day\u2014give me that, please), Birthday Baby got a fine new ride, and I must face the mirror and admit I\u2019m as susceptible to spoiling as any grandparent on this earth. \u00a0At least there is solace in knowing I have a lot of company.<\/p>\n

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++Our experience at the American Girl store was indeed memorable.\u00a0 The staff was charming to the children and exceptionally helpful, the products interesting in their detailed connection to periods of American history, the dolls diverse and representative of many origins in our American culture. I can recommend it to other parents and grandparents, but I receive no benefit from doing so here.<\/p>\n

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