Grace for the Big-Dreamer

This morning began with a premeditated trip to Walmart. Thatcher's birthday is upcoming and his wish list includes Minecraft Legos and a Minecraft puzzle, a mini fridge and, oh yeah, and a Galaxy 11...to which I replied, must be nice to even know what that is. (And good luck on that mini fridge, too!)

Recruiting my Biggins to come out and shop with me, we made our way to the Big W.

Cart. Check. 

Food or toys first? Toys. Check.

In his gentle unawareness and innocence, it was my Big Dreamer kiddo who pointed out the $60 Minecraft Lego set which, I suppose someone, somewhere, will actually pay for. Not me. 

"But Thatcher will loooove it." I know. Still, no. 

We moved down the aisle some and found a really cool set which we do not already have (a difficult thing to find when all three sons want Minecraft Legos for every occasion and I refuse to pay more than $20 for a set). But, alas, we found some fun Minecraft Legos (not sponsored) and put them in our cart. Time to move to the party aisle. 

It was balloons and a numerical candle, but then also, a piñata? Sorry Big Dreamer, not going to happen. 

To the groceries we went. Chocolate and strawberry cake mixes? Check. Blue icing (each item per request). Check. 

And then, "How about this shark candle? Can we get a lot of different color sprinkles? What about these sprinkles which look like eyes?"

And this is about the time I heard myself, "no, no, no." 

Although I did splurge and allow Big Dreamer chose a fun "sprinkle mix" (with several types of colorful sprinkles in one container), I knew it wasn't the same. I gave him too many "noes", and to his more sensible (read: reasonable, realistic, frugal) brother, I offered a handful of "yeses". 

Yes to the Funfetti pancake mix for Thatcher's birthday morning. 

Yes to multiple packs of balloons- much to Big Strong Man's annoyance.

This is a mouthful, so I'll sum it up here. 

We are clearly all made differently. Whereas Zeplin is learning how to be frugal like his momma, Demetri is a Big Dreamer, like his father. And neither of these is wrong!

Jokingly-not-jokingly, I used to tell everyone listening that Big Strong Man reminds me to breathe and I remind him to get something done. We compliment one another. 

So for the Big Dreamers out there, and especially for the parents of Big Dreamers, remember that this is a gift. A gift of fun. Spontaneity. Adventure. Let's celebrate this quirk because it invites memories and show-stopping, jaw-dropping excitement. 

I confess that this is something I will need to work on. It is not in my nature to just throw "yeses" to the wind. But, when I think about it, I don't want the opposite to be said of my "noes" either. 

Last evening, my sons and I watched Yes Day and, after the twerking had subsided, I thought it was a great movie- inspirational, even. My sons thought the same thing, naturally, and began asking if and when they could have their own "Yes Day". 

Here's the rub, a "Yes Day" is a "no" for me...until I remember that there is a gift in being a Big Dreamer. And it is my duty as a momma to foster that gift. 

Besides, why have plain blue sprinkles when you can have the colorful sprinkle mix?