The values she is trying to pass along to her own young son, by finding the toy doctor to fix up every single toy he’d, broken, translated…
Before my firstborn son was one, he’d become, the “destroyer!”
Everything I’d sewn, the feet of a stuffed monkey, the zipper on a Teddy bear, the wings of a parrot stuffed toy; I’d glued back the books made from cloth, books that played music, interactive books, even “a book that won’t break”; I’d taken apart the toy trains, tiny cars, the racer cars, and that twinkling bumper car toy too; I’d patched those puzzles, the bells, the blocks, as well as the railroads. I’d used the fishing lines to mend the strings of the kite, the buttons as the penguin’s eyes; as the stickers won’t stick, I’d used Elmer’s glue to glue it back; as that little train won’t work, I’d attached a cotton string to it, and my son can pull it along. The worn out, torn up covers of the illustrated book, using the collage methods, brand new again; that beaten to broken jazz drum, with the help of the super glue, Elmer’s glue, and the tapes, started playing brand new songs.
toy doctor at work!
I’d worked hard, as a fixer-upper, the toys made of bamboo, wood, plastic, paper, things that can’t still get glued back up, I’d, made them appeared, as close to as they once had been; but for those, electronics that breaks, I can, only, find the experts. I’d googled for the toy doctors, either they’re taking in too many cases, or that they’d, closed due to the outbreaks. Thankfully, for the almighty Facebook, it’d allowed me to find a part-time engineer who was willing to take in these toys to repair, and was kind enough, willing to mail the items back, to reduce the time and the gas it would take for the drive.
As the toys were mailed back to us, my child and I were very excited, opening up the packages, that feeling was the excitement of seeing someone who’s sick all better; that originally fallen silent interactive book, now talked; that music player, now played; the little train started, running. Other than fixing up the internal mechanics, the toy doctor was very kind, and patched up the external parts, painted the colors that had faded back on, a lot of the unseen cracks, and the damages from bumps, all fixed. The toy doctor also gave me tips on how to make the toys last longer: never use the alkaline batteries, instead, using the zinc based, it can help the toys live longer; unplug the toys when you’re not using them, otherwise, the batteries will leak those toys that got water damaged, we can remove the sediments and the dusts, and use it as display, or the toys the child can only look at but not touch.
I’d told the news to my own mother, my mother said I was, way too, frugal, that if the toys break, just buy new ones, the shipping and handling from the to and from of the toys to the toy doctor, I can use it to buy several trains!
I thought that this, wasn’t the mindset we should carry, being wasteful, and, clearly, getting brand new toys saves the time and the money, sure, but these old toys had their values, the brand is, grace, handing it down, from cradle to cradle, it’s, a more valuable heritage. In my teachings, my firstborn finally understood these values, and, as he’d finished playing, he’d now, put the toys gently, back to the baskets, no longer played rough and tumble, and slamming the toys hard down as he’d played. And one day, my son will eventually, pass that age where he no longer played with the toys, and, hopefully, that these toys will serve as a reminder to him, of how wonderful the times he’d had with them, and he will, cherish them more, because of the wonderful memories he’d shared with them.
And so, this, is a mother’s teaching her son the values of cherishing his toys, and, the young child learned, from watching his mother sending the toys in to get fixed, that he should, play gently, with all his toys, and this, is a good way, to educate your children, to not become, wasteful. I mean, surely, it would be, a HELL of a lot easier, to just go out, and buy those, brand new toys, but, what’s that going to, teach the kid? Oh yeah, every time I break something, mommy and daddy will just, go out and buy me something new, and that’s, not a good value to teach your own young at all!
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