Spending yesterday home with my youngest kiddo who was sick was a glimpse into my distant life as a stay at home mom. It was weird, reliving those days of not really looking at the clock, the days of no computers…just me and the kid.
But that’s not what I want to talk about today. I want to talk about STICKERS.
Do you remember stickers? Stickers are like kiddie crack. Stickers make any child happy. Stickers fix any boo-boo, turn frowns upside down, cause enjoyment by just holding one.
My mother plies my girls with stickers. We have enough stickers right now to decorate an entire wall. If I let them, the girls would test this theory. I’ve, ahem, caught them in the act a few times. They love to defile any piece of furniture, any surface that doesn’t move, anything on which to affix these forever sticking stickers.
Addie, my youngest, daily carries around sheets of stickers and asks each member of the family if we would like a sticker. When she gets to me, I always say no, so she can save them. But I began to realize that this was a great way to teach sharing, so now I always take a sticker. Sometimes it gets out of hand; I’ll have a sticker on each hand, each of my cheeks and my forehead before I begin to insist that’s all I want.
Last night, I was laying in bed next to Lance, book propped open next to me (Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton) when I got this faraway glazed look. Lance looks over, asks me what I’m thinking about. I said, “Stickers.”
So we began to talk about stickers. How, isn’t it funny that as a kid, nothing in the world is better than a sticker, but when you’re an adult, your response is something like, “meh” when asked if you want one. But as a kid, NOTHING beats getting a new sticker. It’s like the precursor to the black market there at the lunch table in the cafeteria.
Lunch kid #1: Hey man, I’ll trade you a scratch and sniff sticker for your googly eyed sticker.
Lunch kid #2: That depends. What flavor?
Lunch kid #1: Banana, it’s never been scratched.
Lunch kid #2: I was hoping for cinnamon bun. Lemme think about it.
Lunch kid #1: (Eyeing the googly eyed sticker) How about the banana scratch and sniff and TWO holographic stickers.
Lunch kid #2: What’s the holograph of?
Lunch kid #1: Thundercats.
Lunch kid #2: Deal. You gonna eat your hamburger?
I had two sticker books as a kid, that’s how crazy I was about stickers. I had them separated, googly eyed stickers went on one designated page, hearts and flowers and girly stuff went on another, characters had their own page and so did scratch and sniff. It sucked when I tried to move them, they just started shredding to smithereens. But my absolute favorite stickers were the stickers filled with pearly white goo and glitter. You could use your finger to make the goo swirl. I had two of those: a music note and Michael Jackson’s glove. Those were the prize stickers. All the lunch table trading in the world couldn’t have separated me from my beloved glove sticker. Lance said his favorite was an Auburn University sticker.
What was your favorite sticker?