When we had our garage sale last Saturday, Kiera and Makenna were excited to be able to set up their own table with a few of their things they wanted to sell. Among all the stuff, there were 2 toys that were debatable - 2 identical toys, one belonging to each girl, that they hesitated about. They've had them for about 4 years and never really used them or played with them. When I suggested they go in the "sell" pile, they'd each go from "Sure!" to "Well, I don't know - I think I want to keep it." They kept pulling it off the table, then putting it back on, etc. Anyway, the agreement was that anything that didn't sell at the garage sale would go to the DI. We loaded up the car, went to the DI, handed the guy our stuff, and at the last second Kiera grabbed her toy, hugged it, and said, "I just want to keep this." Fine. At least a decision was finally made. We asked Makenna 3 times if she wanted to keep hers as well, but she said no - so we handed it to the guy. Well, we should have known, but as nighttime came, Makenna kept looking at Kiera's toy, tears welling up in her eyes. Kiera began crying as well.
Now, here was a teaching moment. It should have been that Makenna made her choice (we had asked her THREE TIMES if she was sure, for crying out loud!) and that was that. Now she had to live with the consequences. But when you look at your daughter's sweet round face with tears streaming down her pink cheeks and her lips curled in an upside-down bow, well, you cave. At least Quentin and I did. And she reminded me of myself when I was little. I knew in my head that "things" don't have feelings (obviously), but at the same time, I wanted to take care of and love the things I was responsible for. And I think that's how Makenna was feeling.
So, to wrap up an already long story, I called the DI this morning, told them the situation, took in a photo of Kiera's identical toy, and about 4 hours later, the VERY nice DI workers gave me a call and said they found it. Makenna's little shoulders shook as she sobbed and hugged the toy. All is well. And maybe a lesson was learned after all.