Restraint, the big pay off

                                         Restraint:  It’s a terribly empowering thing. But it also reminds me of when I was a child and restraint felt like a thing for powerlessness;  always having to pull away from the burning candle before us. Restraints were everywhere. Today I took my 5 year old son to spend the twenty dollars he’s patiently saved since Thanksgiving. He slid every found penny into his piggy bank with complete satisfaction, and counted each lovely nickel from his weekly chores. He shook his bank and often poured all the coins out onto his carpet to just look at them grow. And this very Monday, today he divided them up, we counted them, and took them to the bank to cash em’ in for whole paper dollars! Oh it was marvelous! And on top of that, we found out they have lollipops inside the bigger bank too So we took his wad of 21 dollar bills, folded them up into his shiny blue wallet and crammed it into his back pocket till the seams grew taut. And then we walked into the toy department of our big grocery store to look for the car transporter truck essential to completing his semi truck collection. But, oh my on my, we found aisle after aisle of absolutely amazing colorful bright brilliant things lining the shelves. Shiny cowboy guns and half an aisle of Nerf guns and water guns, too. There were all these other types of trucks and one whole side of an aisle all just boxes of wonderful things to make from Leggos. It was utterly mouth gaping overwhelming. And I felt for him. Some patient part of my impatient self just stayed there all morning and watched him carefully scrutinize each and every possibly choice. And we ran into another Mom and her 4 year old son; she kindly restraining while he gently pushing to bigger toys for older boys. The negotiations were delicate.
   And after we arrived home and I put my son down for a nap with his new huge box of cheap army vehicles, he asked me “Mommy when I grow up will I still want to play with trucks?” And I whispered back to him,  “Yes Sweetie, and it will still be just as difficult to pick out the perfect one.”

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