Jumping up and down, he frowns. He frowns at me. I've messed up again. All the stores we go to seem to be out of his favorite stickers and it's my fault. I say the usual things that parents say, "We'll check back...They sold out because of the holidays...Santa needed them...I forgot my wallet." Okay, I didn't say that last one but sometimes I do use that excuse.
We get home and I promptly forgot about stickers. I forgot until he came running in the kitchen. He cries out in a high pitched voice, "I'm out of stickers. I'M OUT OF STICKERS!!!"
Oh crap, I think. What now. So I scrounge around and find some stickers that I was saving for something or other. I tell him to close his eyes. I wrap them up and put the package in front of him. He opens his eyes and rips it open. He quickly flips though the stickers and looks very disappointed. I've messed up again because I only got him a few of his favorite kind.
Back to square one, I decide to have him help me figure out what we can do. Yeah, I know, I should have done this the first time around. But I have a thick skull and it takes a few rounds for me to learn something. So, we decide to make color copies of his favorite stickers. He's new to all of this, so he wants to cut everything up right away. I'm thinking, I need a few master sheets for the next sticker disaster that looms around the corner. That'll probably be tomorrow.
So, I do up some testers for him, cut 'em out, and make little tape rolls so they stick. I knew I hit the jackpot when he's humming and singing about his stickers. He tells me several times how happy he is. He's happy that we figured out how to make more stickers. My heart does a bit of a flip. Is that joy jumping around in my chest. Why, yes it is. He's happy and I helped create that for him. It gives me strength to go on parenting. Because honestly, sometimes I feel like packing a bag and hitting the road.
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