I just spent $100 on a 39″ satellite dish. I didn’t buy it to pick up cable signals. I bought it to use as a Beyblade stadium. Since the first time we played Beyblade my kids have been wishing and hoping for a colossal stadium like the one on the show:
Now that is a massive arena–at least 6 feet in diameter. I didn’t manage that, but 3.5 feet isn’t half bad and is a sight larger and more impressive than anything we’ve had in the past. In other words, I went all out. It makes me happy to make them happy by doing stuff like this. I feel like they deserve a crazy wish-fulfilling childhood that makes them pass that tradition down to their kids. My own childhood was the opposite. My wishes and dreams unfolded in my mind or were played out in the handful of action figures I got from my dad. I stopped getting toys all together after he died.
I’m not saying my childhood was utter trash. You learn from everything you experience in your life and I am fortunate to have lived a life where I did not face sexual abuse or anything so awful. I wasn’t spoiled, and it is clear that they are, so there are downsides to what I am doing too.
What I am doing is working it out and excising my own ancient demons and having a damn (pun!) good time in the process. Maybe I still am that twelve year old kid, only now I have a steady income and three other mini me’s to fuel my devious imagination.
Some Thoughts:
- I am right back in that wonderful yet terrible space–right near the edge of something yet afraid to look over and engage. I don’t feel like I am quite ready to take in a story. It sounds very odd, I know, but that is the way I am about such things. I have to be prepared to accept it and ready to give it the attention it deserves. Too many distractions. Too much on the plate. What I need to do is clear up these distractions, get organized, and get ready to take on story.