It breaks my heart…
Well we can’t afford to just nip over to America and I’m not even sure we’d be able to see him, so we’ll have to send a letter instead.
No, I’m not talking about a relative that lives over the pond, I am in fact talking about Ryan, from Ryan’s Toy Reviews.
Recently Corben has been adamant that we’re getting on a plane and going to see Ryan, so much so there have been tears. Corben’s tears not mine, although I’ll admit my tear ducts were bubbling at one stage.
Corben has gone on about going to visit Ryan for a couple of days and yesterday he hit breaking point over it. When we explained as best we could that we can’t just nip over to America and meet him he broke down in tears. Nothing new really, he can be an emotional kid as they all can be. Only this time it wasn’t a little whinge because we’d said no to having an 18th Oreo, it was a genuine heartbreaking sob.
Still, I thought he’ll have a decent cry and then get over it as they usually do about things that in our adult reality are ridiculous but to him right at that moment it was his entire world. The tears dried up but his motivation to contact Ryan did not waiver in the slightest. We spoke again about how we couldn’t at the moment go over and see Ryan and then he decided for now, we would send him a letter instead.
Corben drew a lovely little picture (Which I didn’t take a picture of FFS!) we got an envelope and a stamp and he requested I wrote on it…
Ryan’s Toy Reviews
I did, then we went down to the post box to send it off to America! You can watch us in this daily vlog 🙂
I did have a look online to see if Ryan had his own PO Box etc for receiving fan mail but it seems the only way to get in touch is via social media. This wasn’t acceptable to Corb, he’d decided it was a letter and that was that.
This is where my heart strings were being tugged. He was so happy to be sending a letter to Ryan and was discussing what Ryan might say and was over the moon that Ryan would know his name and write back to him. As he was talking I felt mixed feelings inside. Half of me was loving how happy he was and how he was letting his imagination run wild. The other half was dying inside at the fact I knew the letter was only going to one place, the bin!
Donetta made an excellent point that of course the time when most children are at their peak of happiness is all based on a load of shite too, Christmas. They send letters to Santa every year and we even filled in something online and Corben got a video message from the big man himself. The tooth fairy, easter bunny, the list goes on how many lies and stories we tell children to give them happiness and there’s no harm in any of that is there?
Something feels different about this and I don’t know why. Is it because we’ve already been brained washed into accepting all the other traditions but writing this letter is something new? Or am I just being daft?
Our good friend Rebecca at Becster.com has kindly offered to write back as Ryan obviously, which isn’t a bad idea really. Do we just go with that idea or hope he forgets about it all… He won’t! If he does get a response though what will happen next?!
I’ve literally no idea why this has bugged me enough to write about it but I’m glad I have because now it’s typed up on a screen and I’ve got it off my chest I already don’t feel half as bad. There’s no harm in a little role play is there, he’ll not even like Ryan in about a weeks time!
Thanks for listening, this has felt like a therapy session!
I’d love to read in the comments the biggest porky pies you’ve told you children and/or the lengths you’ve gone to, to keep them happy… See you online @dadvworld