Last time when I was home, I had time to play with my neighbor’s son after almost two years. My bro has a remote controlled car. I got him to pull it out for the kid to be able to play. The runs on battery and we didn’t have new ones so that the car could last long. Once the batteries were exhausted I told the kid that it won’t work with the remote any longer so we play something else. He was adamant he wanted to play with the same car even without the remote. After a little while bro came and took the car away, for fun. That was that. The kid went home to his dad and started urging him to take him shopping to buy a similar one. His dad tried pacifying him by showing him many of his toys that are much better than this 15 year old one. But the kid never listened to his father. He did not wanted any of those better sophisticated playthings. All he wanted was what my brother was holding.
Looking at him, I found that at times, even to this date, I sometimes get as fussy as this kid of 7. Sometimes there are things that I want and wouldn’t be pacified with any substitute.
4 comments:
:-) Two incidents. I did this once when my family went to my friend's place. I wanted her toy fan! And, I had a similar car too. I broke it when I was 1.5 :-P
Nice ending again!
let me tell you something(it might not be too relevant here)--sometimes you are ready to compromise but God is kinder and knows your heart so he takes away the option lest you end up with what you don't want...
Neel: I remember my bro doing the same with my toys. THe day I saw my doll's head lying away from it's body in the dust bin could be called one of the sad days of my life. But... no regrets. I do not remember playing with them. The sadness must be coz it was a beautiful doll.
Caffeine: Nice thought. Ending up with what I don't want... wish he does takes care of that again and again:).
:) If u let it go too soon, you are weak... If you hold on to it for too long, you are weaker... Just need to know when to leave pining for something re... That makes character..
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