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I’m feeling ultra guilty just about now.

Dang.

I probably shouldn’t.

My son is not deprived I keep telling myself.

I prepare him a balanced meal and has his menu planned out for the week so he gets all kinds of vitamins and minerals from his food.

I continue to blog so I can stay home and be with him round the clock.

He has his share of toys.

He loves books and car magazines so I bought him some of those too.

I rotate his toys and books so he won’t get bored.

I let him watch two TV shows a day when the mood strikes him – Super Why and Word World. Sometimes three – including It’s a Big, Big World (all from PBS) – all age appropriate.

We snuggle up at night and still breastfeed. It’s our special mommy and me time I keep telling myself.

But then I see everyone rushing to the malls, bringing home boxes and boxes of presents. Toys, clothes, shoes, more toys …

And I look at my paltry $15 Tonka race track.

Dang.

My son’s eyes lit up when I came home from Walmart and couldn’t wait for Christmas when he found mommy’s secret stash. So his Christmas present is now open and I don’t have anything else under the tree.

Yes, I know, there will be those who can’t wait but wag their tongue in glee and disapproval.

Tonight we went out to admire the lights all around the neighborhood. Judging from his protests when I asked if we can go back in the house, I do believe he enjoyed himself.

Now, if only I can admonish and banish that little red imp on my shoulder.

Shooo. New toys doesn’t make for a good mommy. Go away little red devil you.