I loved the way you really deconstructed what each item is saying about you as a mom-- and articulated that these aesthetically pleasing gifts are for you, not for your children. When my kids were little and at a play based, nature-centered preschool, I remember my older daughter bringing a Daniel Tiger stuffy to school one day and the other parents (pretending?) not knowing what it was. I was so lonely in those days, and I so remember feeling that if I could only buy the right stuff, Iād belong.
Wow, right at me. I was given the wood camera from a friend (he didn't play with it), we have the Paw Patrol toothpaste, and I got the Go Fish cards for my son for Christmas. Love this.
You probably already know of this, but I just discovered the āofficial sad beigeā account on instagram via my cousin whose baby has All. The. Beige, but who also recognizes how ridiculous it all is. Such a good antidote to the constant pressure to have the ārightā stuff for your (my) kids...and it is just very, very funny. Her āSad beige toys for sad beige childrenā videos are a true delight. ENJOY!
I live in Portland, OR where the pressure to be a "natural" mom is high. And my kids went to a Waldorf preschool where I had to provided their lunch in a basket instead of the longed for cartoony lunch box....and they made bread...without salt...there is nothing more disgusting then biting into delicious looking bread with no salt....
My kids are now teenagers but when they were little, of course I bought all the wooden toys... suffice to say they look great in the Picture People portraits I had made but were never played with. The brightly colored, plastic, La cooka racha playing guitar from my SIL, hands down the favorite of my kids and EVERY KID WHO CAME TO MY HOUSE no matter how kale-eating, burlap sack wearing (sorry for the sniping tone) the family was.....
And like the poster before me, one time we were at a restaurant and my beautiful boy was playing with his playmobil Pirate and saying "kill, kill". The waitress was like "oh he is so cute! what is he saying??" And I pretended I had no idea rather than be judged....
I loved the way you really deconstructed what each item is saying about you as a mom-- and articulated that these aesthetically pleasing gifts are for you, not for your children. When my kids were little and at a play based, nature-centered preschool, I remember my older daughter bringing a Daniel Tiger stuffy to school one day and the other parents (pretending?) not knowing what it was. I was so lonely in those days, and I so remember feeling that if I could only buy the right stuff, Iād belong.
Wow, right at me. I was given the wood camera from a friend (he didn't play with it), we have the Paw Patrol toothpaste, and I got the Go Fish cards for my son for Christmas. Love this.
I REALLY appreciated reading this.
You probably already know of this, but I just discovered the āofficial sad beigeā account on instagram via my cousin whose baby has All. The. Beige, but who also recognizes how ridiculous it all is. Such a good antidote to the constant pressure to have the ārightā stuff for your (my) kids...and it is just very, very funny. Her āSad beige toys for sad beige childrenā videos are a true delight. ENJOY!
I live in Portland, OR where the pressure to be a "natural" mom is high. And my kids went to a Waldorf preschool where I had to provided their lunch in a basket instead of the longed for cartoony lunch box....and they made bread...without salt...there is nothing more disgusting then biting into delicious looking bread with no salt....
My kids are now teenagers but when they were little, of course I bought all the wooden toys... suffice to say they look great in the Picture People portraits I had made but were never played with. The brightly colored, plastic, La cooka racha playing guitar from my SIL, hands down the favorite of my kids and EVERY KID WHO CAME TO MY HOUSE no matter how kale-eating, burlap sack wearing (sorry for the sniping tone) the family was.....
And like the poster before me, one time we were at a restaurant and my beautiful boy was playing with his playmobil Pirate and saying "kill, kill". The waitress was like "oh he is so cute! what is he saying??" And I pretended I had no idea rather than be judged....