The Phillies are in it again. My years as a long-suffering Red Sox fan hardly prepared me for this. My new team has made it to the big game two years in a row. Sox fans used to have to wait one or two decades before the boys played in another fall classic. As I write, the Phils lead game four 6 to 4, but they trail the series three games to one.
A few days ago, Cecelia received her Toy-R-Us catalog just in time for Christmas. Extra thick with tons of toys, including a spread of pricey selections from F.A.O. Schwartz, Cecelia took a pen and proceeded to circle to everything she hoped to find under the tree. By the time she finished, I think she left more items circled than not.
Watching her brought back childhood memories of receiving the Sears Wishbook way back when and hungrily poring over every page of the toy section, over and over again, imagining a Christmas tree buried under a mountain of presents. My sisters will debate this, but no, I didn’t get everything I wanted. Like most children from blue collar families, I didn’t know just how poor we were at the time, yet somehow, my mom managed to do all right by us. I did get some great toys, some of which I miss. I especially loved my Major Matt Mason space station, and treasured every Tonka truck I unwrapped. I relentlessly played with my Hot Wheels sets, and nothing was better than a train set. I wanted more, of course, but all things considered, I had plenty. I still have some of those toys, such as the all-steel Tonkas and the train set.
Cecelia, of course, wants it all too, but she’ll learn soon enough all about that disappointment. I’d like to think that even if we did enjoy a better economic status, she’d still find a few things missing under the tree. We do love to indulge her when we can, but the sooner she learns the whole concept of limits, the better she’ll learn about life.