My daughter made me feel like a dirty hypocrite the other day, and rightly so.
I’ll condense the back story for you guys, but basically, we’re not fans of Wal-Mart. Haven’t been for awhile.
At the begining of 2009, we decided we were going to avoid Wal-Mart for the bulk of our purchases. We still purchased a few things, but for the most part, we did good. We visited them very little.
In September, we watched “Wal-Mart: The High Cost of Low Prices” and decided that we were not going to shop at Wal-Mart. Period.
Miss Question, used to us running into the store for diapers about once a month, wanted to know why we didn’t do that anymore. “But, Wal-Mart has toys! Can’t we please go to Wal-Mart?” And I kept telling her no, and eventually, she threw her hands up in the air and said, “WHY can’t we go to Wal-Mart??”
“Mommy and Daddy don’t like some of the things that Wal-Mart does.”
“What do they do?”
Not wanting to try and explain some of the things, like poor benefits, shady practices, their effect on communities, etc. I settled for telling her that we didn’t think they paid their workers enough.
Saturday, she was at my mom’s. Mom says that a Wal-Mart commercial came on, and Miss Question explained to her aunties, that we don’t shop there, because they don’t pay people enough that work there. I’m so proud of her for getting this, but it bit me in the ass the next day.
See, our tv broke, yet again, Saturday night. This was incredibly frustrating, because we’re broke constantly, and most of our entertainment (movies, games, documentaries, etc) centers around the TV. So we looked around at various stores(all of which were so expensive), and decided that, for the sake of sanity, we’d violate our principles, and go to Wal-Mart to purchase a smaller tv.
We were already feeling guilty about it, and wrestled with it most of the day. But in the end, sanity and boredom won out over our desire to make a stand.
The icing on the guilt cake came as we left the store, and Miss Question looked up at me with those beautiful eyes, and anxiously asked, “Do we still not like Wal-Mart? I thought we didn’t shop here.”
With that guilt arrow, my heart cracked a little bit.
I reached down to pick her up and gave her a great big hug. I told her that she was right, we shouldn’t be at Wal-Mart. I thanked her for reminding her, and I promised her that, no matter how much mommy and daddy want something, we wouldn’t go back to Wal-Mart.
I looked over her head and said, “Right, daddy?”
He nodded, with an equally shamed look on his face.
Being four, she was all, “Okay, great, can we go to Pizza Hut and use my BookIt slip now?”
I feel so guilty and dirty now, when I look at that stupid tv.
So this is my public acknowledgment of that promise I made to Miss Question.
From now on, no matter how great the sale, no matter how badly we want/need the item, we will not go to Wal-Mart to purchase it.
We will continue to stand by our principles, and we will, from hereon out, try harder to show our kids how important it is to do so.
Thank you, baby girl, for that heaping side of guilt. Momma needed it.
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