In my efforts to simplify simplify simplify and take better care of
myself (no, fellow mothers, this is not an oxymoron), I decided that
during a slam-fest of kiddie birthdays this fall, I'd do something
radical: I decided to give the same gift to every child. The best part
is, I followed through. While I am all gloaty proud of myself for not
over-indulging in toys other mothers will mentally kick me in the neck
for buying or scouring the internet for the ubiquitous perfect birthday
gift for a child (note that those gifts are never for the perfect
child, but are rather usually for the kid you aren't too keen on, for
some strange reason), all the children in playgroup are reading one of
our favorite authors. One thought, one gift, one great read for the
preschoolers and parents in our circle. I'm telling you, this kind of
simplicity is like crack for the mommy's soul. And these books are like
the big bag of Doritos afterward.
Read More...
