Two unrelated things happened. First, I went out for a
little retail therapy. I was feeling a little stressed, so I
decided to go shopping. Except for me, who hates to shop, retail
therapy almost always happens at a thrift store. Thrift stores
thrill me to no end. It's like ransacking someone's attic and
searching for buried treasure. When I come home from therapeutic
thrifting, my husband will say, in mock aggravation, "What's the
damage this time?" I'll smile coquettishly and hide my purchases
behind my back.
Anyway, I was at this thrift store and I found a sign. It
was a plain wooden board, and on it were written the words, "Simple
Abundance." Hmm, I thought. What a great concept. Simplicity. But
an abundance of it.
I bought it.
Second, one of our sons went through a (cough) behavior
decline. That's saying it nicely. If SuperNanny had walked in
during Thursday night's temper tantrum, she would've turned right
around and run the other way, throwing her arms protectively over
her head and her tightly wound bun.
"When we're not doing our job as parents right," my
husband always says, "the kids will tell us." It's my least
favorite of his mantras because it's so spot on. When our kids are
acting out, we don't have to look very far to find the
Yeah, try the mirror.
We have been distracted this week and we haven't been
paying enough attention to our kids. Our boy told us. Loudly.
Angrily. This Mommy yelled. He yelled louder. I pleaded. He sulked.
I threatened. He apologized. I forgave. Then it started
Somewhere in the middle of all the commotion, those words
flew out of my mouth before I could catch them and take them back:
"That's IT! No TV tomorrow!"
He kicked. Screamed.
"OK," I yelled. "You just lost TV for the next day,
Well that was stupid, I immediately told myself. Who am I
punishing? Him or me?
But it was too late. Two days of no screen time. I'd said
it. And in this house, what Mommy says goes.
In the meantime, the sign, the one from the thrift shop,
sat on our kitchen table. I hadn't found a spot for it yet, so I
set it where I could look at it, until it told me where it needs to
We made it through the two days of no screen time. He only
asked, "What can I do?" about 47 times. And he only said, "I'm
bored," about 38 times. Not bad.
But on the last night of the No Screen Decree, our son
came to us with Scrabble Junior in his arms.
"Will you play a game with me?"
There we sat, on a Saturday night. Cold outside, but warm
and snug in our house, the soft light casting a golden glow in our
family room. We were playing a game together. Then the big bin of
K'nex came out and I watched my boys-including my husband-laughing
and playing and creating. And being.
It dawned on me that if I could, I would carry that big
wooden sign around with me all the time. Simple Abundance. What a
fabulous concept-to get rid of the abundant noise surrounding us so
we really see, really notice, how much we really have. And so much
of it can't be bought or sold or traded.
It just figures that I got that lesson from an old
second-hand piece of wood and a little kid. It just
Carol Pavlik is a mom of four living in Elmhurst.
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