“This stick” was the highlight of a game one evening. Our youngest son was playing a conversation game with family.
The question asked was, “Describe your favorite toy as a child.”
Emily, Butch’s wife, described her favorite Barbie doll. Butch’s oldest brother Ben talked about the farm set with animals he enjoyed.
Then Butch spoke. “There was this stick.”
Everyone waited for him to finish. Remember, this is to be the favorite toy as a child.
“I found this stick in the yard and I loved to pretend it was a gun because it had the perfect placement for my thumb.”
This is the same kid who played football in the front yard by himself. He had to play both offense and defense. Sometimes one team won, and sometimes the other team won. The white jersey suit he got for his birthday was quickly brown and stained from mud, for if there wasn’t any mud in which to slide, he carried buckets of water to the front yard and created a place in which to slide.
This stick is perfect
We laughed when we heard the story – but then we smiled. The caboose of our family wasn’t spoiled, because his brothers didn’t let it happen. He held his own with his siblings, even though at times he felt we never were ready for him to grow up.
Our kids didn’t get a lot of special privileges; they learned to make do with what they had. That’s one reason they are a creative bunch. When we have less, we learn to enjoy what is ours. We also learn to improvise to have fun. We get to use our minds and dig into those recesses of the brain to draw out creativity.
I’m not surprised that I never heard about “this stick” or the gun. He didn’t need affirmation to enjoy what he found and improvised in play.
I’m not surprised that his favorite toy isn’t something we purchased for him or was gifted to him. Often, the best memories we make are those we implement on our own.