I have a golden rule for when I shop for gifts for my children’s friends ahead of birthday parties and it’s this: We are there to shop for your friend, not for you! I stick to this LIKE GLUE around 70 per cent of the time. It’s just that I love to see my children excited, passionate and stimulated over something creative that teaches them and trains their brain.
My son Philip is a science/computing/robotic/natural disaster nut. He loves to build and explore and wonder what will happen if:
- Robots take over the world;
- A volcano erupts near our house;
- He invents something so ground breaking that he becomes rich and can buy the factory that makes all of those disgusting sour lollies.
And I like to encourage most of that. For example, we had to buy a gift for his friend’s birthday party and we were in Kmart as usual because that’s where we buy all of them. They always have a great variety, are the most affordable, and I can pick up a few other things I need at the same time like more school socks and a $1 packet of Jersey Caramels (Mummy’s medicine). He spotted a science kit and LOST HIS MIND.
“Can I get it Mum, pleeeeaaaasssseeee!” You know how it goes. So I buckled and got it for him and to my delight he’s been playing with it ever since.
It’s a science/robotics kit which teaches him to build basic robots that run on electricity to do things like move and spin. Each time he figures out how to make something work he comes barreling out of his room to show me and his dad.
I love toys that teach them something. I really love it when they don’t cost too much. And it gives me a huge sense of satisfaction when I see my son combine parts of one kit with another and makes something even more amazing
Jo with her son Philip. Image: supplied..
When it comes to buying toys for my kids and their friends, for birthdays or just for the hell of it (to keep them busy during the school holidays), I like to choose something that is creative and teaches them something. I also need it to be affordable.
I have three children (blessed) and they each have an average of one party a week. This past weekend we had THREE parties. By the time I buy the gift for the child, wrapping, a card with a monkey that farts (my son’s choice, not mine) it all adds up. Plus, the socks and the Jersey Caramels.