The Boy, The Peanuts and Toxic Waste
What the hell am I teaching him…
We got two packages delivered by UPS yesterday, big boxes filled with little items and topped off with a veritable bounty of foam peanuts to which James Arthur exclaimed: Whoooooaaaaaaaaahhh Yuk at da, yuk at da, yuk… (which is toddler speak for WOW I’ve never seen anything like this but I love it but I don’t know what to call it but WOW).
My thoughts were already tainted by the fact that the packages were 10% item and 90% peanuts so when he went to dive in I got upset and told him no. I didn’t understand why I was telling him no I just didn’t want him to play with the very playable peanuts. I mean there are some practical applications to the nuts and it’s easy to see why a child would want to play all day with these things, just not my child!
So what’s the story? What’s the problem? Sally and I discussed our opinions on it ( I should mention that the opinions were discussed while he was neck deep in a box of peanuts) and we differ on our beliefs. She says if she had to think about what was wrong with a box of foam peanuts she’d have to think about what’s wrong with everything and she asked if I could just be present with him in his joy of playing. I asked her if she thought there was anything wrong with teaching him that these peanuts are ok to have in the world and that I could see how simply being present with would allow me to view the peanuts and the boy in a different light.
She took some pictures. It was super cute. But I can’t get over the thought that my boy is playing in toxic waste…I guess it’s ok though – as long as he’s having fun!
I guess also he might not really understand what toxic waste is and instead of developing a good understanding, he might just go “ew.. toxic!” and brush it off, without a curiosity of what makes it toxic. Maybe.