What do you do when granting your child’s wish is not as easy at it seems?
Our dog, Bosco is thirteen.
She is a little bit of an aloof sort, and always has been. Our first “child,” she developed an indifference to Boy Wonder and Little CEO when they came on the scene. She tolerates them, but they’re most definitely not the apple of her eye.
All my kids really want is a dog that showers love on them, and on whom they can shower their love. We’ve resisted getting another dog for years because we recognize how big the commitment is.
A few months ago, against my better judgment, we adopted a little puppy. It was an unwise and irresponsible decision on my part. We were in the middle of moving. Our new house was undergoing a major renovation. It was a tumultuous time – an unfair environment in which to introduce a 2 month old puppy. The puppy overtook the household (as puppies do), displacing Bosco from her bed, stealing her toys, eating her food, despite our efforts to give them each their own space.
I could see a palpable change in Bosco. Super healthy at 13, she began to look resigned and defeated. I couldn’t control the puppy, and I couldn’t do anything to make Bosco feel like she was still a valued member of the family. Fortunately, we found a safe and good home for the puppy and we agreed that should we ever get another dog, it would not be a puppy.
When I received Little CEO’s Christmas wish list a month ago, it had the usual craptastic items that most girls her age covet. And at the end, she had written, “I would trade all of these things for a dog.”
Since getting that list, we’ve debated back and forth about whether it was the right time to get another dog. There is nothing more in life that I enjoy than making my kids’ wishes come true at Christmas. But I also knew that this gift was not just any gift. It was a gift that would mean increased responsibility for the kids and especially, for me.
I was having a dilemma.
Until last Friday, when twenty beautiful children’s lives were taken too soon in Connecticut.
Beautiful children who were 6 and 7 years old…like my Little CEO.
I have no guarantees on how long my gorgeous daughter will be in my life. She can be taken from me at any time.
And how would I feel if she had been in that school on Friday?
For the rest of my days on Earth, I would have been burdened with the knowledge that she died without me having granted her sincerest wish in life.
And it was in that moment that I decided: there are times that logic and reason and responsibilities need to be put aside in favor of making a moment matter.
On Tuesday, we granted Little CEO’s wish. We adopted a little dog from the animal shelter.
The dog will be my constant reminder that we’re all on borrowed time. And that sometimes you just need to say yes to a child for no other reason than because you can, and because you never know if it’s the last time you’ll be able.