i didn’t know that
Maya: “Mama, can I have a trip to Hawaii for my 7th birthday?”
When Maya asked me this question a few days ago, my first instinct was to embark on a long lecture about how spoiled she is, how she has no regard for money, and how she is totally out of line for asking something so ridiculous.
Me: “Maya, did you know that some big people don’t ever have the chance to fly on a plane?”
Maya: “No, I didn’t know that.”
Me: “Well it’s true. And that’s just one of the many reasons why a 6-year-old should not be asking for a trip to Hawaii.”
Maya: “Okay. Sorry Mama.”
At this point I was congratulating myself for not flying off the handle and screaming at Maya. For not lecturing her about how lucky she is. For not taking away her toys or sending her to her room in an effort to teach her a lesson. And then…
Maya: “What about for my 16th birthday? Can I have a trip to Hawaii then?”
I didn’t even answer her. Instead, I made her get the broom and sweep the kitchen floor. Just because it seemed like the right thing to do.