The more toys my son has the smaller his already impossibly small room gets. Despite my efforts to cleanse his room of odds and ends on nearly a weekly basis, it seems to do little good. We tried moving some of his most favorite toys upstairs, until I stepped on a particularly sharp (plastic) object one night. We then instilled a ban on all playthings in the family room.
That is, until my son got the LEGO Fire Station
. Call me crazy, but the three hundred little pieces didn't bother me the moment I opened the box. Perhaps it was the glow my son's eyes cast on the packaging. He was in love.
What started out as an idea to keep him busy for an hour while I fixed a software installation issue on my computer, ended up being a wonderful family project. Life surprises us like that as we struggle to do our best. We think things will end up one way, and oftentimes, unplanned, they end up completely differently, but even better than expected. He got me away from the computer time and again until I finally ditched any thoughts of dinner, called the pizza delivery guy, and set to work to create a new playworld for my son.
My husband got home early (it was our children's last day of school, which ends the last week in July in Bavaria) so we headed upstairs to finish our fire station project. My almost six-year-old son took the lead, enthralled by the little pieces and sometimes challenged by the instructions. Nonetheless, he independently worked on the rescue vehicle while my daughter and I tackled the fire truck. At first, ee mumbled under this breath that he wasn't good at building things. Oh yeah? LEGO Fire Station
proved he could do it. It makes me cry to think how much of a boost he got in his confidence by completing such an elaborate building in one day.
My husband put together the station, then we moved it all to the family room for more fun the next day.
With other toys that require assembly, my kids seems excited by putting it together, then leave the toy unnoticed thereafter. The LEGO Fire Station has elicited a different reaction. They love the assembly AND playing with it, too. In fact, we had to convince our son to go to a playdate he has been anticipating for months today, simply because he did not want to part with his new toy. I'm certain he's going to want the other LEGO CITY toys, too. As I eye my son's room, I figure we can always have a yard sale or, more drastically, move to a bigger house. After all, there are few toys I can remember more distinctly from my childhood than LEGOs. Can you?