…and I was happy to do it. Here’s why:
We never gave Sam sippy cups or anything like them. He has a few melamine dishes but for the most part we give him the real stuff and have since he was, oh, about seven months old. I believe (and it is part of the Montessori educational philosophy, which is one of the many concepts that have been incorporated into my educational philosophy) that giving children real tools make them feel important and teaches them that they are part of the world. That doesn’t mean that I think using sippy cups teaches children that they are unimportant, but it was a priority for me to use real dishes with my kids. Besides, Sam wouldn’t touch sippies. It’s also worth mentioning that he’s always been careful with dishes, which I’m sure is just part of his personality. Some kids might require a lot more supervision with glass and china, and I know I might not be willing to put forth that effort. But the stars aligned and my ideals matched up with Sam’s needs/wants, so there you have it.
In nearly three years since he started eating solids and drinking water from a cup, three or four things have been broken. TOTAL. (Not counting stuff that Will and I have broken. Which is probably about the same. Making Sam our equal.)
So just now, when I gave him some ice in a bowl at the bar and he dropped it, shattering it all over the carpet? I was not thrilled at having to clean it up, but only because (nearly) seven months pregnant is really no time to be on hands and knees picking up shards of glass. I had to take a couple breaks. But a broken bowl is really not such a big deal.
I wrote this on Friday and didn’t publish it for fear that it comes across as smug rather than anecdotal. But now I’m thinking it comes across fine. I hope I’m right!