a dead shark
Do you know what the hardest thing to give your child is? Undivided attention.
I am well aware of this and yet I had the brilliant idea to tell Maya that in lieu of a birthday gift, I was going to take her somewhere special.
When I broke the news to her and saw the huge smile on her face, I felt like the best parent ever. As a matter of fact, the smirk I threw Ali’s way screamed something along the lines of “I’m a way better parent than you because I denounced materialism in favor of spending time with our child.”
Minutes later, however, Ali handed Maya his gift of an Air Swimmer Shark. And as I watched the shark confidently swish through our condo with Maya at the controls, I kind of felt like a loser. And then an idiot. And then a glutton for punishment.
Anyway, I finally made good on my promise and took Maya to Disneyland. It goes without saying that a visit to Disneyland is harder than my hardest day at work.
But 12.5 hours later? When we both returned home tired, in a bad mood, and covered in grime? And I saw Maya’s two-week-old deflated Air Swimmer hovering near death?
I realized it was all worth it.