“Momma, can we go to the big store?” my littlest one asks with his arms spread open wide and a grin just as large.
“Sure, we have time.” I smile at him.
“Yay,” they all shout with glee. Their excitement hums in the air. I’m sure the neighbors can hear them.
With my four little ones in tow we head out the door. I can’t help but smile as I listen to them tell one another what they are going to buy.
They are anxious to get to the big book store. Once there, we go to the children’s area where I am pulled in three directions. My oldest son announces that he is going to find his novel and my oldest daughter is headed towards the craft books. I walk around with the younger two and look at books filled with trucks and spaceships, princesses and wild animals. The smell of paper housing new worlds sparks my imagination.
After much debate we make our way to the register. New adventures await them and they are eager to begin.
Each with a bag in hand and a bright smile on their face, we head home. I open the door to the house and they all run straight to daddy’s office to tell him what they bought. They all speak so quickly and all at once that I am not really sure if he even hears any of them. He smiles and gives them each a kiss on the head before they run off to a comfy spot.
My oldest daughter goes to the craft cupboard and picks the brightest ball of yarn there is. She sits at the table with her new book. Flipping through the pages, she stops and her grin grows. Thirty minutes later she presents her father with a token of love, a critter ready to rock out with an awesome guitar. She settles back in her spot at the table and begins again. This time she has a gift for her big brother; a critter ready for gaming with a game controller. Her sister’s critter comes wearing a tiara and for her little brother, sunglasses.
“Momma?” she holds her hands behind her back.
“Yes Miss?” I smile at her wondering what she has in store for me.
“Thank you for taking us to the book store,” her face lights up and her smile is bright as she holds out her hands to me upon which sits a little critter with a flower.
“It’s adorable,” I smile, proud of my daughter. “Thank you.” She gives me a hug and I kiss the top of her head.
Like the “Tribbles” from Star Trek, once you have one they multiply exponentially. Thankfully for me, these Pom Pom Monsters spread love, not trouble.
(C) Rachel Rennie