Don’t get any toys
One of my most persistent Christmas memories is going through the Obletter Christmas catalog. For those who didn’t grow up in Bavaria, Obletter is Munich’s answer to FAO Schwarz. It has life-size cuddly bears in the entrance, at least it did back in the day when I was a kid. These days it’s probably transformers or vampires.
Back to the catalog. It was awesome. It had everything a child could dream of and many more things. So every year, I sat down on the complicated task of marking the things I wanted. I remember feeling that this was quite a serious endeavor. Which items were necessary for my next year? What would make me happy? What was my identity? Was I more of a Barbie girl or a Playmobil house builder (truth be told, my parents forbade Barbie dolls so that soul-searching question was answered for me)? I’d hand the marked catalog back to my parents and, being the spoiled only child that I was, got about 10% of what I asked for. I, of course, forgot all those life-changing toys the moment I closed the pages.
Two decades later, and I’m a parent. The toy industry has gone berserk. Many toys that were unthinkably expensive back in the day are now available in bulk at the supermarket. There are toys for fine motor skills, for listening, reading, for gross motor skills. There are miniature cars that you can actually drive, miniature cooking sets…
As so many things in modern parenting the amount is overwhelming especially because you soon realise that:
a) the box the toy came in is usually more interesting than the contents and
b) the stuff you currently own in your house is even m
more interesting than anything you could ever buy.
These are my son’s favorite toys at 1+:
- the glass TV cabinet filled with DVDs – he loves taking them out, putting them back, stacking them, ripping the covers to shreds.
- On good days, the kitchen cabinets can steer him away from the pots (noisy) and glassware (breakable) towards the Tupperware and baking accessories
- our bidet – water on, the water of. Repeat.
- Any bottle, cup, or plate that my husband or I am holding – needless to say, the item loses its appeal once the scalding/messy/poisonous substance is removed from the receptacle.
It makes me wonder why we buy any toys at all. In fact, we should all stop buying toys. I’m pretty sure Einstein didn’t have a Duplo set, nor did van Gogh have an etch-a-sketch. Much better to invest in a nice bidet.
As usual, I’d love to hear your thoughts! Has your house been overtaken by toys? Do you have an absolute favorite, a must-have toy for your baby or toddler?
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