Dizzle is the type of girl who cherishes everything. She finds beauty in some of the most unbeautiful things. I love this about her. And I hate it. Because she CONSTANTLY wants to start of collection of things. And I would rather her not. Basically, she is a saver and I am a purger. Our styles don't mix.
And although I am not a fan of her piles of cherished "junk", I do my best to allow her to express herself as she chooses. Her collections started with leaves. She would find them, press them flat in a book and the store them away. After that came stickers, which she accumulated on her lunch box. And in the past few weeks, it's been Dum-Dum Lollipop wrappers. When I asked her why she wants to collect these things, she said, "Because they are beautiful."
But yesterday something changed. We went to a birthday party of one of her classmates (a boy) and upon leaving she was given her party favor, which included a matchbox car. It was not the first one Dizzle had ever owned (we have about 10 in our house), but this one was special. And by the time she went to bed last night, she was BEGGING me to let her start a car collection.
When she woke up this morning, she asked me again if I would unload piles of cash so that she could collect mini-cars. At which point, I turned to her and asked, "Dizzle, can you tell me why you want to collect cars?" To which she replied, "Yes. I like A (the birthday boy). And he has thousands of them."
Really, Dizzle? A crush at five? Aren't you a little young for that? I mean, at least you know that boys like it when you share their interests, but COME ON. Give your mom a break. At least wait until you are a teenager ...