Don’t Be Hurt If Your Kid Rejects Your Fancy Christmas Gift
I am proud to say that when my kids were babies and toddlers, I did not go overboard on Christmas gifts. In fact, I barely bought them anything. We are fortunate to have generous family members who love to dote on them so they had plenty to open. I just did not see the need to go crazy on gifts when they had no idea what was going on.Â Having patiently waited until my daughter was four and my son two and a half, I felt it was time to do something more than a few token gifts. Sadly, this was the year I learned that little kids mostly do not care about a fancy Christmas gift. It was a painful lesson and I hope some of you can avoid the feelings I had three years ago this week.
This was the year of Thomas the Train for my kids. Mostly my son but my daughter was a huge fan of train tables in general so, we were a train family for sure. My husband and I decided that a train table would be an ideal joint Christmas gift for the two of them that they could play with for years. I mean, they went totally ape for it at Barnes and NobleÂ and their daycare, of course they would be thrilled if they got one of their own!
I trolled the ads for a few weeks to find the best deal (because holy SHIT these things are expensive) and finally, landed upon one at Toys R Us. My husband was at work so I dragged my mother with me to buy it and together, we shoved it into the trunk and brought it to my house. We had no space for it to be assembled before Christmas where the kids wouldn’t see it so we had to leave it in it’s box to be put together after the kids went to sleep on Christmas Eve.
We go to my parents house an hour away for Christmas Eve so we were not home that night until after 10 pm. We are both night owls so we weren’t too worried. We figured we would have it put together by midnight and go to bed. After the kids were in their beds, we cracked open a bottle of wine and got right to work. And mother-of-God, so many parts. Parts, screws, stickers- it was mind-boggling. It was in that moment that we realized we might be in over our heads, but what choice did we have? We pressed on.
I will admit that I dozed on the couch for a bit while my husband did a lot of the work. It involved many tools and screws and it is better for everyone if I don’t help with that sort of thing. By the time “we” finally finished, it was creeping toward 5 am. We lumbered down the hallway and crashed in our bed. Only to be woken by two tiny people at 6 am. Of course.