A little memory. I was 4-years-old. I wandered to a local craft store with my mom. I remember everything being hectic and busy. This store had a ton of lovely fake flowers in their entryway. These things were falling apart. The tops of flowers were everywhere, they had fallen off their stems. SO, while waiting for my mom to check out, I carefully placed as many of those fallen flowers as I could into my little light blue overalls. I didn’t think I was doing anything wrong. I mean, those flowers were just laying there. Broken. Garbage. I wanted these flowers, so I took them. I’m not even sure how my mom didn’t notice the 50+ flowers I had stored in my overalls.
We got home, and I ran to the bathroom. I pulled out all those flowers and threw them on the floor. I had quite the collection! Suddenly, my mom walked in. I was in trouble. Apparently taking those unused flowers was stealing and stealing is a bad thing. I remember feeling terrible. How could I do that? Well, I never did it again.
The other day I found a little plastic toy in R’s pocket. I didn’t recognize it, so I asked her where it came from…. she told me she took it from her friend’s preschool. You see, R spent the day with my friend and her kids. They picked up her son from preschool, and R took home a little memento.
I was so surprised! Why did she take something that wasn’t her’s? I think I would have been less surprised if she took home a toy from my friend’s house, because she’s playing there all day. BUT, she actively chose to take a toy from a preschool she spent a few minutes in. She’s 3 and the rules are different in her mind. You want it? Take it!
I explained to her that we just don’t take things that are not ours and it’s not a good thing. She started crying. She cried and we hugged. I told her she needs to give back the doll next week. My friend is going to help her.
She’s learning. I’m learning. Being a mama is quite the journey.