As I type this I am sitting in McDonald’s play place watching my daughter play in its various hamster exercise tubes.
See, a couple of days a month my five year old gets to pick what she wants us to do after school. Anything she wants – within reason. I plumped for sushi and a movie, she insisted on 45 straight minutes on the monkey bars followed by fake ice cream adjacent product at McDonald’s playplace.
It got me thinking about a post I read recently about letting your kids be who they are rather than who you want them to be. If you think that person is worth being, then be that person yourself.
So I sit here underneath the fluorescent lighting, soaking in the scent of fryer oil. But she is having a ball.
Let her be five.
And let me be the person who loves sushi and movies. It’s definitely easier than trying to force the opposite.