I had a day date with my mommy recently. It was great. We saw a movie, ate sushi and did a little shopping.
We stopped in to Old Navy so I could look at tops. With the weather changing, I wanted to get a something to start the transition. I tried on a couple of things and made my way to the register with my mommy in tow. When we got to the register she stepped in and offered to pay.
“I got it,” she told me.
I told her no that I was planning on paying for it. She insisted. She wanted to buy the tops for me. Knowing better than to argue, I graciously accepted.
For whatever reason, I seem to have a problem letting my mommy do nice things like that for me. Now, if it’s for Regan than I have no problem. That’s because I NEED help with her. Clothes and school and whatnot ain’t cheap. So I welcome her assistance. But I guess if I don’t feel I need something for myself then I feel guilty about accepting anything.
She has expressed her annoyance over these feelings on more than one occasion, so I’ve learned to just say thank you and move on.
The following week I was running errands with Regan. We were going to buy her a special reward for achieving her bedwetting goal. She picked out her purse and I started looking at shoes. She had no interest in the shoes. I made her sit down and try them on and she seemed bored.
“Regan, don’t you want a new pair of shoes?”
“No, mommy. I don’t need any shoes!”
First, let me say, that’s a lie. This child is HARD on shoes and always needs new ones. Second, in that moment, I totally understood how my mother must feel when she is shopping with me. There I was trying to do something nice for my daughter and she turned me down.
I decided to put my pennies back in my pocket and skip the shoes. The next time, however, I am going to insist. I love doing nice things for her and making her happy and, dammit, she is going to accept it graciously.