Well, okay, I was never quite like that. I never brought my preschool-age kid to the toy section at Walmart...if a mom wants to buy wooden toys, then Walmart is the last place she should go. What I did do, however, was ban all plastic toys from the house for a long, long time. There, are, after all, all kinds of nasty chemicals in plastic toys, and a lot can be said for the feel and imaginative play value of wooden figures and simple, home-spun dolls.
Then everything changed.
Our plastic infiltration first came in the form of Polly Pockets. Alex and Sage saw them at a friend's house; it didn't take them long to ask for some of their own. I acquiesced, since, though I believed in my values, I didn't see the harm in allowing exceptions every once in a while. Some rules should have a little bend to them, don't you think?
The girls loved those Polly Pockets so much that I eventually allowed other exceptions, and now we've a house full of both wooden ("crunchy") and plastic ("mainstream") toys. We've even allowed
That woman at Walmart -- the one with the crying four year old who refuses to put down the plastic box containing the latest preschool trend -- she's doing what she feels is right. I understand her, I get where she's coming from, and I applaud her conscientiousness. A large part of me wants to go to her, hug her, tell her that thoughtful parenting is so, so hard, and offer her my phone number in case she ever wants to chat.
Another part of me, however, wants to approach this woman and tell her to chill out. To suggest that if she's going to bring her child into the toy section of Walmart, then perhaps she might consider buying the kid just one normally forbidden item.
My kids are growing, and I'm changing as the years go on; we're all in constant morph-mode. Who knows what I'll allow next. I might shock myself and buy a Wii.