One of my goals in parenting my kids is to raise them without that spoiled brat sense of entitlement. It seems like a wide spread epidemic of sorts. I may not have done everything right but I know I got this one point right with our grown teenager as he is the one that calls me out when I whine or complain about the little things that get me all twisted up.
But as a mother it is a fine line where you want to give your child everything you possibly can but you don't want to spoil them. I had a bit of an eye opening experience a few months ago and yeah...I'm just now getting around to sharing it. Stick with me now,,,there is a point to this story.
Kobi's teacher just happens to be the most fun teacher you could ever have as a kid. She had noticed that I had painted Kobi's fingernails to look like ladybugs and she invited me to the classroom to paint all the girls nails. They were studying insects and ladybugs so we could put a fun spin on their lesson. See, super fun teacher! Of course I jumped at the chance.
Now, I will have to say that we live in an area smack in the middle of suburbia, where 99% of the children have never wanted for anything. Most of the children in Kobi's class have a nicer wardrobe than I could ever hope for. I got to her class and set up my little salon. The girls took turns and one by one I sat there painting their little nails. I chatted a bit, but mostly listened, and these little girls were teaching more than I could ever imagined.
The joy on their faces was priceless, they were over the top thrilled by their little ladybug nails. But it was their words that got me.... "Do you paint Kobi's nails like this all the time?" "Kobi is so lucky that you know how to do this" "When I grow up, I'm going to learn how to do this so I can paint my daughter's nails!" "I wish I could do this at home" "Where did you get all of this cool stuff?" " Do you have these things at your HOUSE?" At that moment I was climbing towards "Taylor Swift" status. I know for sure the joy on their little faces would have been the same if we were sitting in a poverty stricken orphanage.