I just went and ran Sissy out of her older brother's room. If he leaves his door open by mistake, she is back there pilfering for whatever trinkets she can grab before she is caught.
Today, as I was doing a few quick bathroom cleaning measures (toilet swish, first line of bathtub cleansing - i.e. fill tub with bleach and let soak for a bit), I heard her in his room rooting around. When I found her, she had two footballs snugly grasped with both little arms.
I told her to put them back and get out of Bubby's room. In her haste, she dropped one football and I didn't have the heart to make her put the remaining one down. She looked so panicked by dropping the one - turning in circles, frantic.
I let her leave the room clutching just the one.
She came down the hall and promptly dropped it on the floor in the den (that's living room or TV room to anyone outside the South). Then, she grabbed a fistful of crayons and moved on to her one true love - coloring in her coloring books.
She has one that is Mickey Mouse. This child loves Mickey so much. It's one of the main reasons we're planning that trip to Disney. Everyone keeps advising me to "let her see the Princesses" (sp?), but I know all she really wants to see is Mickey himself - or as she sometimes calls him, "Woo Mouse". Why? We don't know, either.
She has three stuffed "Beanie Baby" type Mickeys. Two are hand me downs from her big brother and one is a "Please behave" toy I gave her at WalMart once and ended up buying at the end of the shopping trip. She sleeps with all three and often carries one or more with her whereever we go. Two are just regular Mickeys. One is Mickey in his wizard costume (ala "Fantasia").
I guess we'll have to watch some movies before our trip too.
Anyway, she finds all kinds of treasures in her brother's room - even though her room is chock full of a metric boat load of hand-me-downs from him (when he was her age) and plenty more that was bought specifically for her when she was born, and for every birthday, Christmas and random holiday since then.
We've been incredibly blessed by all the friends and family in our lives who think of our children and get them little treasures.
When I think of all the people who have my children's happiness in mind, it just really floors me. And even though I realize my nieces, nephew and the children of my friends are also abundantly gifted, I do try to pay it forward and give out little treasures I think those children would like to have.
At times, it's as easy as knitting an outrageous fun fur scarf for dramatic little girls or a box of Matchbox cars for a little boy.
It gets trickier as they get older. A good friend of mine has a son who will be 15 on July 31 (the same day the Evil Twin turns 49).... It seems impersonal, but I think her son likes to get cash for holidays and he can save it or spend it on things he enjoys. Seems fair enough - and easy to write a check....
Why do they have to grow up?