Saturday 4 February 2023

Toys Abound

I was in a doctor's waiting room with a six-month-old relative recently. Minutes after arriving there, while waiting for the baby's mother's name to be called, it had dawned on us that we had forgotten to bring any of the baby's toys.

How would I amuse the baby without the usual gang, we wondered.  Without the dear little pink rabbit that had been ordered online and unexpectedly turned out on arrival to be no bigger than a hand. Without the ranks of Beanie babies preserved in a pristine state for 25 years by the baby's aunt. Without the strange furry creature with a long curling tail, a face like an Alison Utley hedgehog and tiny human hands that always make me think of the Queen's remark when Giles Brandreth pointed out to her that Rupert Bear has the head of a bear but the hands of a human: 

"I’m sorry you told me that. Some things are best left unknown, don’t you think?"

Oh well. We would have to manage. The baby's mother headed off to her consultation, and the baby and I looked around. There was a grey abstract painting with splashes of glued-on-gravel. There was a glass case containing herbal remedies marketed by the doctor. There was a flat screen television riveted to the wall and not turned on.

Not easy to get much excitement from that lot.

But there was the mask that I was supposed to be wearing but had taken off because it made my glasses mist over. The baby, with the delicate care of a newly learnt skill, closed thumb and index finger on one corner of the blue papery cloth of the mask itself. Then, with equal concentration, she clasped one of the mask's soft white loops between the thumb and index finger of her other hand.

She lifted the hand that held the loop. She stared in wonder. This wasn't like ribbon or cord or any thin stringy thing that she had encountered so far in life. It stretched. And, look, if you let it go, it bounced back into place. Let's try that again. And again. And again.

A quick glance at me - without words her huge eyes convey that this is amazing.

Back to testing the limits of stretch and spring.

And then a man entered. He went over to a small bowl I hadn't noticed that sat on a table underneath the television. He scooped up a handful of wrapped sweets and took a seat on the other side of the room.

The baby watched him closely as he moved about, and then she returned to her investigation  of soft elastic. Ping. Ping. Ping.

And then, such excitement - the man unwrapped a sweet, and the rattle of the foil wrapper caught the baby's attention. What was that amazing noise?

The baby stared in the man's direction, but the noise had already ended  Back once more to ping, ping, ping, ping, ping. 

Until another sweet paper rustle. The baby's head jerked up again. She looked over at what she thought must be its source. He was absolutely still now, his attention absorbed by his telephone. No further noise or movement from his direction. What on earth could it have been. 

And so it went on - a mask and some sweet papers provided twenty minutes of absorption. When the world is new, almost nothing is dull, it seems.

When the baby's mother came back and asked if there'd been any problem, I explained that it had all been fine as the baby had found some pingers.

At which the baby's mother raised an eyebrow. Pingers, I now know have a specific meaning. Pingers are most unsuitable for babies, no matter how desperate you are to entertain them. Just stick with simple things.



6 comments:

  1. A wonderful post, Zoe. People so rarely take – or have – the time to just sit and watch babies doing their baby thing, and it's so fascinating when you do. Reminds us that once the world was new, even to us.

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    1. So agree - and thank you for your kind comment. ZMKC

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  2. Pingers? Over the last thirty or forty years the expression "ping" has become popular through its use in computers. One pings a computer by sending a certain message which is returned, or is not. (The tech blogger "Rachel by the Bay" has a post about the importance of not blocking messages sent using that protocol.) I assume that term comes from its use in sonar.

    But although from time to time I will ping, or try to ping, this or that computer, I've never heard of a pinger per se.

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    1. Supposedly some people call an ecstasy pill a "pinger".

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  3. I forgot to say that when I was first a parent I noticed that an enchanting quality of young children is the rate at which they discover new things, and their pleasure in doing so.

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    1. Yes, you're so right. For me it is even more basic - my default is to think children are tiresome when in fact, given enough love of the right quality, they are enchanting

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