Today we are welcoming back the lovely Naomi Liddell. You may remember a few of her posts from last year or know her from her comments on these pages. Naomi has officially been on honeymoon since 2011 when they chose not to return to the UK from Australia and have set up their life on the other side of the world. They have since been joined by the gorgeous Ethan. So it’s a big hello from us here at Rock My Family and I hope you enjoy Naomi’s post today as she will be joining us on a more regular basis over the coming months. I’ll hand over to Naomi for her first post of 2017.

I recently carried my three year old out of a shop on a Richter scale 8 meltdown. Complete with wailing, tears and flailing limbs.

The reason we were in said shop in the first place was to quickly grab some vacuum pack bags and an extension chord before legging it to Ethan’s morning swimming lesson… Such is my life now. But somehow (and I don’t know how they do this) my boy managed to sniff out the toy section like a pig snuffles for truffles.

Within minutes I was winding my way through a labyrinth of brightly coloured aisles as he hurtled towards the Paw Patrol section. I stood there in utter defeat as he picked through this toy and that. I then found myself simultaneously plotting a smooth exit and scanning for the cheapest toy that could be my ticket out of there with a smiling child.

This visit to the toy section would have been a minor issue any other time of year, but it happened to occur right after Christmas. Ethan had been inundated with new toys by family, friends and Santa. We try to keep toy levels in our house, well… Reasonable. I’m happy for them to take over an entire cupboard, but not an entire room. I’m finding that this gets harder as he grows older. I also don’t actually buy Ethan heaps of toys (which I have Mama Guilt about too), but birthdays, Christmas and just-because gifts seem to just add to the amount, no matter how much I try to cull.

All things considered, back at the toy section that day, I decided not to buy him anything. I decided that we were going to leave the shop with the things we went in for and no bribery toy. I decided that my son was mature enough to understand that he can’t have everything he wants at any moment he wants. It was only when I started to gently steer him away that I realised that my resolve was no match for the towers of bright plastic and dogs dressed as public servicemen. I had to run or cave. I ran.

Needless to say, the tantrum finished and he forgot all about it by the time we got to the car.

But it stuck with me. And aside from the growing amount of IKEA storage boxes I find myself buying, the thing that was concerning me most about this was that he had absolutely NO concept of being grateful or content with all the things that were gifted to him only a couple of weeks before. This is not me blaming my son. Ethan is the sweetest, kindest kid with impeccable manners and a truly heartfelt and eye bright ‘Thank you’ for every gift he gets. But that day I found myself wondering if I was wrong for wanting him to just be content with the fortune he already had and not to just throw down because he couldn’t have another thing he wanted?

I know he’s only three and we can’t expect their little brains to compete with adults who are literally paid hundreds of thousands of pounds to make those toys irresistible. I also know they learn their lessons over time. But surely those lessons come from us as parents? So with an upcoming birthday I’m left wondering about how you lovely lot approach these things with your kiddos.

How do you even begin to teach a three year old to be grateful for what they have?

Do you ever try to avoid the toy section for this very reason?

And how do you keep the growing madness of toy inventory under control?