My kids love animals. Pets, to be precise.
They would have every species living in our home if they were allowed. They are not allowed. I’m not THAT mom. Much to their disappointment.
We have a dog, which is technically the kids but she loves me (secret: I love her, too). After Hurricane Ike devastated our part of Texas a few years ago, we adopted a cat (named Ike) because hundreds were going to be destroyed. He’s technically theirs too, but loves my hubby.
So, we quenched their pet-loving obsession with fish a few years ago.
Turns out fish are a temporary fix.
The kids have been campaigning HARD for hamsters for several years now. I don’t do rodents, so the answer has been obvious. But they persisted. My oldest started wearing me down by saving her money, talking about being responsible, growing up, yada yada yada….
For a year now, I’ve been saying, “maybe after we get back from Africa we can talk about a hamster.”
Guess what? We’re back from Africa.
My daughter finally had enough money saved (thanks to a big clearance at Petsmart. Sheesh.) I told her when she returned from visiting her grandparents we’d do the deed.
Meanwhile, my other two were chomping at the bit for their own rodent. They talked about pooling birthday money together. Plus, the grandparents got involved by offering odd jobs.
Clearly, there was a conspiracy to make me hold a rodent.
Last week, my mom’s friend called and heard we were looking for a hamster and asked us to take her beloved miniature hamster (with cage, food, accessories). Great, now the world is against me.
Then some hamster drama happened, but I will spare you details. It’s really a long story that ends with every kid in my house owning their very own hamster.
So, let’s review: We went from no hamster (not going to happen-ever) to owning THREE in a week.
God does provide (according to my kids).
I like to think He is wanting to stretch me spiritually.
And also to check this off the proverbial parenting list.
If I close one eye and tilt my head, they are kinda cute.
In a rodent-kind of way.
But I’m still not going to hold one.
P.S. Turns out getting your kids a hamster makes you MOM OF THE YEAR (for the week, at least). Tell me your rodent story…. Yes, I had two “sister” hamsters as a kid that turned out to be a boy and girl and we woke up one day to 12 babies. And then the mom started eating them. I kid you not.