It goes without saying that a child cannot walk past a ride-on at the supermarket (or in our case, the Mall) without asking for a go; doesn’t it?
At our local Mall, there are several rides to choose from. I don’t often have the right change for them, so I generally march past them, hoping to avoid the pleading. Never works!
One day though, I did have change. And, the wee girl asked so nicely.
We weren’t in any rush, and I had said no so many times before.
So, I pulled out every coin I had and we counted them up and worked out how many she could go on. I had enough for three rides.
But that meant that decisions had to be made!
Would it be the fire engine, the digger, the racing car or the plane?
Or three turns on a favourite?
Of course, she had to try all them out before any decisions could be made. This took some time.
Then, she made her first choice. Fire engine… That was lots of fun, but what next? Cue a bit more trying them out.
The race car proved to be the favourite in the end, and two turns were taken.
Almost as much satisfaction was taken from putting the money in the slot herself, as from the ride itself. But, I had one very happy girl, until we had to leave!
I’ve walked past them so many times, and I will walk past them many times again. But now, I will stop every so often. I will try to have the right change with me. I will resist saying that we don’t have time.
I will say yes, and I will watch her face light up.
These are the moments that I’ll remember. The moments where I stop rushing, and say yes.
The moments where she turns to me, gives me one of her huge smiles and says oh, thank you mummy!