PSA. Or, what to do when your kids don’t turn out like you.
Public service announcement: When you have six kids, there are bound to be ones that absolutely ADORE all the things you find super-annoying.
Back story: Before we had kids, my husband Martin and I said that we really wanted to let them develop into who God made them to be.
Side-note: We found it a bit odd that EVERYONE thought our kids would be, you know, musical. Worship leaders. That is, exactly like us.
Back to today: As it turns out, I’m a little sad that not everyone is musical and no one leads worship, and a little excited that our youngest, three-year-old Jeanie has an absolutely lovely singing voice. I have high hopes for that girl!!!
Last week: I caved and bought Fiala a Barbie DVD for one of her birthday presents — her 8th birthday. I have banned Barbie DVDs in our home, previously. They’re like the gateway drug to Lifetime movies, in my opinion. Plus, pink and sparkly and relentlessly chipper. I just can’t hang with that, even though I’ve been a mom of girls for 10+ years now. I was at Costco and had my choice of three Barbie DVDs. I picked the one that sounded the least cheesy, albeit by a very slim margin.
Last night: As a direct result of watching the DVD about 15 times in two days, Fiala tells me she wants to be Barbie Super Sparkle for Halloween. I try to dissuade her. “Plus,” I reasoned, “it’s not a movie that was in the theater. It’s just a Barbie DVD. I don’t think you’ll be able to find a costume and I don’t have time to make one.” She promptly hopped onto the laptop (not literally) and found a Barbie Super Sparkle costume on Amazon. I must admit, not being all that familiar with the current world of Barbie, I was shocked that a costume exists.
This morning: I ordered said costume using my 19-year-old son’s Prime account and got free same-day shipping. Fiala is hyperventilating.
The things you do for your kids that you could never have imagined… Not to mention that in my younger, stricter phase, we didn’t even participate in Halloween at all. No costumes. No nothin’. Now, I will join the hordes of parents who buy their child overpriced bits of ill-made material and watch them be incredibly excited.