Like most parents, I always encourage my sons to share. Evan is such a giving person that he always shares his favorite toys, even if he’s playing with them. Colin, on the other hand, will decide that he really wants to play with the dinky car that is missing its tire and is at the very bottom of the toy box, only after someone else decides that they want to play with it. Of course, I find that frustrating, but I think eventually, he’ll figure out that it’s good to share.
Evan was making his Christmas list to Santa.
“Evan, this says that you want the Pokemon game for your Game Boy. You already have that,” I reminded him.
“No Mommy, I gave that to my friend at Kids Zone,” he said.
I of course was furious.
“Why did you do that?” I asked.
“He didn’t have one,” he said.
“Well, now you don’t have one,” I said in frustration.
“That’s why I’m asking Santa to bring me one.” He almost ended it with…duh.
Now, you understand that Evan can’t possibly get the game again. If that were to happen, he might one day give away the deed to our home or the registration to our car believing that we’ll get another one.
“These games are very expensive, Evan, and it’s not just yours. It was for you and Colin to share,” I tried to explain. “You’re going to have to ask your friend to give it back to you.”
He thought about it and didn’t like it one bit. “He’s going to be mad,” he said of his friend.
Later that night, David and I were talking about our dilemma.
“We have one who shares too much, and one who won’t share at all,” I said. “Can’t we just have mildly selfish kids?”
We both turned silent as we realized that they are very much like us. David will buy whatever any telemarketer or charitable organization is selling, while I always politely say “No thank you.”
They come by it honestly, I thought.
David piped up. “Too bad Colin wasn’t in school.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Well, he’d get that game back. It would probably be in a school yard brawl, but he’d win.”