My daughter’s ninth birthday was June 13, which happened to also be the day of my niece’s birthday party.
Two years ago, for Christmas, grandma decided to spoil her three oldest granddaughters will American Girl Dolls.
So, off to the Mall of America we traveled for a very girly day at the American Girl Doll store.
Surrounded by pink, in every shade possible, we shared a table with four girls and their beloved dolls.
Each doll is given a tiny booster chair that attaches to the table, a tea cup filled with pink lemonade, and a tiny cup of fruit.
The girls were thrilled that the waitress asked what their dolls’ names were and treated them as though they were real.
After the meal, of course, we had to walk around the store. Admiring the dolls, outfits and teeny-tiny shoes, each little lady started making early Christmas wish lists.
Two dolls had their ears pierced, though their owners ears remain un-pierced because of the much-feared possible pain involved.
The other two dolls went to the beauty shop, where they sat on cute pink barber chairs, and ended up with shiny hair, braids and ribbons.
What I noticed most, aside from the explosion of pink, was the price tags. Either my daughter needs to grow out of this doll phase or this mom needs to find a way to make more money fast!
Plans for a leisurely picnic lunch and day at the beach were quickly questioned when my daughter decided to have a major meltdown.
We went to my parents’ house on Spring Lake in Dassel on a nice sunny day.
While sitting in the backyard getting ready for our picnic, my little girl began screaming and ran into the garage.
When I went to find out what was wrong, I found her sitting on the floor nearly hyperventilating.
She explained that a bee had “maybe” flown by her, refused to go back outside, and begged me to take her back home.
I tried a few different parenting strategies to deal with this situation.
Strategy 1 Give a reassuring explanation.
I tried to tell her it might have been a fly she saw. I attempted to tell her bees are more afraid of us than we are them. I hoped she’d believe that, if she saw a bee, walking away would solve the problem.
None of the above helped at all, and in the garage she remained.
Strategy 2 Ignore undesirable behavior.
I let her know she could stay in the garage as long as she wanted but I wasn’t going to let it ruin our fun day outside. I walked away telling her to come join her brothers and I whenever she was ready.
She never did and we listened to her cry through the garage door.
Strategy 3 A firm swat on the rear end.
Okay, I didn’t really do this, though I was tempted, I chose to move on to the next idea.
I will say that my grandma used to take me to the lake all the time, when I was a young girl, and if I ever would have acted this way, I surely would have ended up with a sore hind end!
Strategy 4 When all else fails, lie.
Yes, I admit it, I lied to my daughter. I couldn’t just let her sit in the garage crying as though her life was over. The boys were getting crabby and I really wanted to relax in the sun for awhile.
Out of sheer desperation, I grabbed the bug spray, walked into the garage and lied, “Hey honey, I forgot I brought bee spray, let’s put this on you and it’ll keep the bees away.”
At first she questioned this; however she trusts her mom, and I was allowed to put the “bee spray” on her, but she was still scared.
And, as if one lie wasn’t enough, I decided to add, “Well, most the bees are sleeping at this time of day, so you probably don’t need the bee spray anyway, but now you are twice as safe.”
Should I feel guilty that I lied to my child? I’m not sure, but she did enjoy the rest of the afternoon outside. And, we never saw another bee so maybe the bees were sleeping, or the “bee spray” really did work!