I got smart this year though. I bought my kids boxes.
Mary got a cardboard box house.
Connor got a cardboard box rocket ship.
As I was putting together Mary's house for her the other day (it's huge and takes up most of her bedroom. Hindsight being what it is, I should have put it up in the playroom) I was thinking about how she's 10 years old and still excited about playing with a box.
Christmas shopping was tough for her this year. She likes some big kid things like these
But she also still likes toys and on the top of her list is Monster High Dolls. She also got a Furby for Christmas (a bit of a snafu, it was supposed to be for Connor but then I realized it wasn' a Furby he was telling me about and in fact, he didn't even want a Furby)
Mary is not the most mature 10 year old. I know that. It used to worry me but then I really took time to think about it. I'm thrilled that my 10 yr old still plays with toys, believes in Santa and has an imagination. I'm glad she doesn't worry about clothes, boys (well, she did have that one crush) make up and being cool.
Mary is unique, out there, wild and crazy and not afraid to be herself.
My 10 year old got a box for Christmas and I've seen her play some pretty creative games with it already. In short, my child is still a child and I couldn't be happier!
Tomorrow is new years eve. We're going to have a nice quiet evening at home, with junk food, games and movies. It's also time for me to review the goals I set for this year and see if I actually accomplished any of them. And to set new ones for 2013.