Tooth fairy, move over. There's a new fairy in town. This one weaves and hooks like a boss and turns frowns upside down. She fixes flawed Rainbow Loom bracelets as little ones shuffle off to bed and slips them on their teeny wrists as they sleep.
Okay, actually I've only done that once but I have fixed more stupid plastic band bracelets in the past three weeks then I should ever admit to. Wait... do you even know what the hell I'm talking about? I'm talking about the Rainbow Loom craze that has hit like Silly Bandz on crack. Every Jack, Joe, and Hanna has a Rainbow Loom at our school and if they don't, it's because the stores have run out. It's the less environmentally friendly version of the friendship bracelet.
In case you haven't heard of the Rainbow Loom, then consider yourself lucky. It uses tiny little rubber bands that I'm sure will someday clog up every landfill across America. I'm becoming pretty "green" in my later years and the guilt of buying these little plastic bands not of this earth has gnawed at me ever since. Every weekend and almost every day after school -- post homework and chores -- the kids ask me to look up a specific Rainbow Loom "how-to" video on YouTube, which ends up with me sitting there, helping way more than I should. About 99% of the time, my youngest ends up missing a loop somewhere and I swoop in to help. I've totally become an enabler and may need an intervention sooner than later. They start a bracelet, it doesn't turn out right, and I come in to save the day.
I need to stop -- and last night I stooped to a new low.
The boys were trying out a new bracelet design and both of their bracelets fell apart when we pulled them off the loom. It doesn't take much to screw up a bracelet, but seeing the defeat on their faces was tough to watch. It was time to go to bed and they didn't have time to try it again. Exactly why I should be enforcing the rule of NO LOOMING BEFORE BED! So off they went, upset, with my youngest grumbling the entire way, saying it was my fault. Major WTF there as the only thing I did what hit play and pause on the dumb YouTube "how-to" video. Oh, the joys of motherhood. I guess it made me mad because I snatched up that loom and whipped out two Cobra bracelets in a matter of minutes. I walked upstairs and slipped them on their little wrists like some kind of pathetic wannabe fairy. I showed them alright.
Then it hit me!
I've become THAT parent. I didn't initially think I did it to make them feel better. I thought I did it to prove that my helping didn't screw it up the first time. Many times I swoop in to help just so they get back outside to play and the loom gets put away along with the gazillion rubber bands that seem to explode whenever they open the bag.
No more Mom to the rescue!
Because it starts with the Rainbow Loom then the next thing I know I've got two college dropouts wanting to move back in. Hell to the no.
Originally posted at halliesawyer.com
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