Are you crazy? Aren’t you too old for toys? These are just a few of the questions I have heard recently, thanks to social media where I can post a joke, get a thousand likes and shares, but you share something personal like a picture of your new toys and people want to put you in a loony bin.
My kids are teenagers and the more they try to pull away and become these individuals who sometimes think they know it all the more creative I get on how to get through to them. It all started with a trip to Toys R Us, where we found a Lego – a Pirates of the Caribbean Jack Sparrow that fell off a clearance shelf. One thing led to another and we bought him. We took him everywhere, even to see himself.
But Jack has since lost his pizzazz because he’s been everywhere and done everything with us. This meant it was time to find something else. To be honest, I thought it was a lost cause. I thought we would never find anything because with two boys and a girl it seemed they couldn’t agree on anything. Some days I wondered if their different interests were purposely chosen to leave out the others. Until Supernatural that is. Then came the boys…
My daughter watched the show and came to us raving about it. So, as a family we sat down and we watched it, repeatedly. We spent time together, played trivia games, monopoly… anything with Sam, Dean, & Castiel attached to it. I was even grateful for the Classic Rock that we get to play in the car now, just because it was in the show. I, myself, love rock, so this made me extremely happy. It became an awesome way to spend my down time when I am not on a deadline and saved me from fighting to get my kids to hang with me.
Before we got the dolls, it was shirts, posters, and other stuff they would ask for when it came to the television show. All was easy to attain, cheap-ish, and something they could usually use. But, then came the conventions. You see I couldn’t afford to take them to the Supernatural Convention in Nashville this past February (With 2 adults and two kids, plus meeting their favorite actors, autographs, the whole kit and caboodle… well, they are expensive). My kids wanted to go and do the whole thing, but like I said its expensive.
Maybe it can be blamed on old age (35) on my part, but I didn’t see the point. The men are not the people they are on television. Maybe I have just stopped living outside the house too quickly. I’m not like the people I know. I don’t have a free pass to screw a movie star like some do, I don’t fan girl, and I don’t believe they are the people they play on television. All I know about them is the fictional characters they pretend to be, so meeting the real person when I love the character can lead to all kinds of things. One of those things can be disenchantment or it could be excitement. Either way I didn’t see the point, but I did see the disappointment in my kids eyes when I told them we couldn’t afford it. It made me face the fact that since I got sick we really don’t do many outings as a family, which probably has a lot to do with my attitude about it. So, I thought… Next year. We could save up and one of us can take the kids.
Then we got the new my husband would move. Meaning we are going to have to find a way to pay a mortgage and rent. Authoring actually costs you money, so my job is a deficit on us. Soon we will not exactly able to free up funds for a family outing. Knowing I couldn’t take my kids again began to bother me. It irks me that we don’t have enough to do private school and they will have to wait longer for braces, but that is life. As long as they are healthy, happy, and have what they need the rest is just a bonus.
My kids are now teenagers and we were losing them to the people on their game systems or phones, so I decided it was time to get a “new Jack” so – to – speak. Of course, I will embarrass my kids. I will act like a child again. I will laugh and make them laugh by being goofy.
They were meant for my kids, but the instant we opened them I was in love as well. So, with nothing really to lose I pulled out my inner child.
Day 1 was fun. We watched a few episodes at a friends house as we shared the guys and made cheesy videos like these. My kids actually hung out with us the entire night. No taking phone calls, No excuses to walk away. Phase 1 was complete – we were spending time together where no one was whining.
Day 2 resulted in a trip to the emergency room, but the boys came along. Cass isn’t pictured because at the end of the night he was curled up in my daughters arms.
Day 3 was an adventure. We decided to venture out and see what we could find around the city that would relate to the boys. A full tank of gas, 300 miles, and seven hours in the vehicle – no one whined, no one complained, no one asked to go home as we stopped to take picture after picture.
The Bobby Library… We let Sam drive, but only for a second. We let Dean have Strawberry Pie from Shoney’s Cass found Angels Road, but he was the only angel we saw. Took Sam to the courthouse. We let him be a lawyer for half an hour.We took Cass down to the creek and taught him how to skip rocks.
You have no idea how something so simple as a few dolls from a television show can bring your kids around. Seven hours in the car. Seven hours of talking, joking, singing, dancing, and just being us again. With my husband getting ready to move away (he’s military and is pcsing away from us), and my family coming closer it has never been more important to have a bond with my kids. You get used to the life as a military family, but we all have to work together or it doesn’t work.
These dolls did just that. When we were drifting apart and their teenage lives were taking over a act of childishness brought them back. And, no matter how silly I might look I will do whatever it takes to be a good mom, and keep the lines of communication open… So, to answer the questions… No, I am not crazy. No, I am not too old to play with dolls. The real question should be would you be willing to swallow your pride and act like a fool to make your kids smile. I have. I will. I do.
Dean and I worked together and brought everyone together. I am excited to know there will be a season 13. My kids are ecstatic. While I still don’t get the point of conventions, maybe just maybe if we save up a little each year and they are still doing them we should be able to go in 2020. In the meantime, we will spend two nights a week doing family game night and family Netflix night with Supernatural headlining. The writers saved our family from eternal boredom, ignoring each other, and teenage tantrums. The entire cast and crew should be glowing with pride because I know I am not the only one out there that has this one television show in common with their family and friends.
*** In case the toy makers read this… We still need a Bobby, Crowley, and Charlie to be made so we can have our little plush family.