Little dog
A few months ago, we used a small amount of gift money to open a bank account for Zoe, and we occasionally allow her to withdraw a few dollars to buy something for herself. Fast forward to this weekend, when we were at a toy store and Avery became enchanted by one of those mechanical puppies that walk and bark. After watching her sister play and pet the little dog for awhile, Zoe walked away for a moment and then reappeared holding the box in which the dog came in. “How much is this, Daddy?” she asked Q with big eyes. “I’d like to use some of my money to buy this for Avery.” It was such a sweet gesture, and Q and I looked at each other in astonishment.
We ultimately didn’t get the dog (we explained to Zoe that as thoughtful as the idea was, Avery already has so many toys), but I won’t soon forget Zoe’s face as she asked us if she could buy it. On my darkest parenting days, I can think of this and remind myself that we’re doing something right.
-M