So, I spent four minutes with some green paint and food coloring and my child got a kick out of the leprechaun who made green pee pee in his potty. He told everyone he encountered that day about the leprechaun. His day was made and I'm not entirely sure he even knows what a leprechaun is (for a while he was insisting it was a frog). I love this stuff. This is my idea of fun. Make fun of me all you want, but I get a kick out of this stuff. Everyone's complaining about those parents who hide gold coins in the front yard for their kids to find and I get all giddy and think about how I need to remember that one for next year. Because there won't be an endless amount of next years. Because one day they won't be little anymore and the magic won't be there anymore and then what? But like I keep saying, I do it because it's fun for me. If it isn't fun for you, don't do it. Think the elf is creepy? Then keep him off of your shelf. Think homemade Valentine's Day cards are absolutely ridiculous when they make boxed cards for a reason? Go buy those box cards proudly. But lay off the people who enjoy this sort of thing. Because we're not making fun of your hobbies. We're not trying to implement some rule where no one can have any interest different than what their neighbor has because, good grief, we all must do things the same.
I've read all sorts of crazy things today. I've read about how moms do these sorts of things to make motherhood a competition. That is wrong, and the only person in the competition is the one who created the idea of it. I've read about all the time I allegedly have on my hands (again, spare me). I've read about how this just confuses other children who didn't have leprechauns come to visit or makes their parents look bad. I believe in teaching our children that everyone celebrates the holidays differently. This doesn't seem such a crazy concept to me, perhaps because I grew up in a mixed religious area where not everyone had Santa or a Christmas tree. There were a lot of kids who, with Hanukkah as their primary holiday, had a Hanukkah bush and Hanukkah fairies and all sorts of things that as a Hanukkah-and-Christmas celebrator, I never had. It was never confusing. I never thought my parents should be imprisoned for not implementing some magical Hanukkah fairy. Everyone has their own traditions and holiday rituals. Everyone has their own way of celebrating love and magic and the holidays -- even the silly ones. My sister's good friend grew up celebrating Diwali and I don't seem to recall a time my sister ever stomped her foot crying that she didn't get a Diwali celebration. It is what it is. Everyone's family celebrates their own way. I'm sure there are tons of families out there with holiday traditions that Ethan will never experience and that's okay. Because that's their business.
Magic milk that turns green, courtesy of the leprechaun who came to visit