If you know my oldest daughter well, then you would know she loves Thomas the Tank Engine. And using the word ‘love’ to describe her feelings towards this particular train is probably somewhat of an understatement… it’s simply not cutting it. Looking back, I think her fondness for Thomas began well before her first birthday and she is currently 4½. And during these years her collection of Thomas trains and merchandise grew and grew… and while she enjoys other characters such as Wiggles or Curious George or Dora, it’s not quite comparable to her love for Thomas.
And today’s incident involving her beloved train was incredibly bittersweet. Yesterday afternoon after returning home from shopping, I spotted a large Thomas train laying outside our building. From a distance it looked intact and resembled the two identical Thomas trains my daughters already have; they are battery operated, shine, and make puffing sounds. I didn’t bother picking it up because I figured that if it was in good shape, someone else would have already taken it. This is one of the more expensive trains out there.
Fast forward to this morning, we were heading out and Natasha spotted the train laying in the mud. Immediately her “mommy-mode” switched on and she wanted to take Thomas home. She just couldn’t understand why a large, nice-looking Thomas would be laying in the grass all alone. We explained to her that Thomas probably belonged to another child who will come looking for it, and that taking someone else’s train would make that child sad. And she seemed to have accepted that. We also told her that if by night-time the train was still there, she could at least look at it.
Well needless to say, the train was still there by 7:30pm this night. As promised, I allowed her to go and take a look, and sure enough the train was indeed broken. A large part of it was hanging loose and 3-4 wires were sticking out in all directions. Natasha was devastated. She offered to take it home and ‘adopt’ it and play hospital and make it all better; sadly, this train was beyond repairs. We reminded her that she owns two identical Thomas trains at home, and this brought enough comfort to go home, but not enough to soothe her sad little heart.
And even once at home, she gently stroked her two existing trains and told them she would never break them, drop them, or cause them any damage so that they won’t have to suffer the fate of the sad Thomas train outside. She said all of this with tears glistening in her beautiful brown eyes. Her teacher wrote on her most recent report card – “Natasha loves to play with trains!” Yes, yes she does. More than I can possibly describe and I love her personality to no end.