Little Miss. Mess

It’s Monday and just like every Monday, I’m left with a house that looks like the weekend it hit very hard. I walked into Vie’s room and I see all of her drawers open with clothes hanging out, dolls strewn about from weekend play time and just about all the clothes she used sitting ON TOP of the hamper. That’s what sent me over the top! I immediately started playing in my head the speech I was going to give her when she got home about keeping her room clean. I planned on asking her if she knew how to open the hamper because maybe she in unable to open the hamper and that’s why the dirty clothes can’t find their way to the correct place… This wouldn’t be the first lecture I’ve given her. I’ve lectured on the hamper, on the clothes, on the dolls, on sharing, on talking back, on attitude… I was getting really fired up here! Then I thought, why isn’t she taking the time to clean up? Doesn’t she care? And the answer is, No. She doesn’t care. She doesn’t care about dirty clothes or that open drawers and toys on the floor are HAZARDS. (Dear God, did I just became a mom that uses the word “HAZARD”??) She only cares about being a kid. She cares about listening to her music. She cares about dancing. She cares about playing RoBlox on the computer with her friends. She doesn’t have a care in the world other than what is fun. And you know what? That’s ok. That’s all I want for my kid and that’s really what I set out to do as a mom. To give her a magical, carefree childhood. A rare and special thing these days. Her messy room tells me she’s too busy living her childhood to care about anything else. So the lecture can wait, because one day I’m going to walk into that room and she will be gone but her childhood will remain with her in her heart and that’s exactly where I want to be. In her heart.

“…did I just became a mom that uses the word “HAZARD”??”

She’s still going to have to clean her room before she asks for computer time though. But, maybe a hug instead of a lecture. There will be plenty of time for lectures and responsibility. Teen years are coming! I’ll fire back up my lecture then.