The Dreamhouse That Got Away
If blogging were alive and well in the early 1980s, then this would have been the post you would have seen from my 10 year old self...
I don't ask for much from my parents. Sure they pay for tennis lessons and singing lessons and dance lessons, but other than that, I don't really get that many gifts. My mom told me a long time ago not to expect gifts during the holidays because in our family, ever day is a holiday. That meant that whenever we went to the mall, I'd manage to bring home an outfit from Macy's or a purse or a pair of shoes. But when it came to toys, well that was a whole other story.
Let's just set the record straight. While my parents are amazing and gave me everything I ever wanted, what they did not give me was the Barbie Dreamhouse. I can still remember begging my mom to buy me a furnished Barbie Dreamhouse for Chanukah. No matter how loud I whined, my mom refused to spend $199 for a dollhouse she knew I'd play with for a few months and then cast aside like Tweety, my lonely parakeet. I even was willing to give up the furnished version with the unfurnished model and was willing to pay for the furniture on a layaway plan. That suggestion was met with opposition too.
While my friends proudly showed off their furnished dreamhouses, I instead received a Barbie remote controlled Corvette along with a trailer. And I played with both items a total of one month. (I guess my mom was on to something). By the time I hit 13, I grew out of my Barbie fixation and focused my attention on the finer things in life - designer handbags. And you know what? Every time I asked for a bag, my mom never did turn me down. Who needs a dreamhouse when you can have Dooney and Bourke?
Posted in: Blog, Role Mommy Confessions on 11/29/2010
