When I was 20 I never thought I would be the type of mom, nay, person, who would get so worked up by a sock, shoe, or piece of paper. Enter 2018, and I am full-on cracked. Any given day I pick up 20 pairs of shoes, a ream (shreds) of paper, and/or that single sock with dirt or grass on it. The other night I settled into bed and remembered that night’s food on the counter. Done, but then I walk into the room and notice the piles of shoes, paper, and socks piled up in MY bedroom. It got me mad and thinking (and maybe falsely remembering) that I never played in my parent’s room.  Again, from memory, it was off limits. The living room was the local hangout and place we recklessly dropped our bags, shoes, and toys.

After a nice mental rant, a sweet reminder, voice, thought, or whatever you would like to call it, interrupted. My kids are creating memories in our home. In their teens (maybe 20’s or 30’s), I hope they think about the times they crawled into bed with us in the middle of the night or the many family dog piles we’ve had on our king-size bed. Maybe they will think of the episodes of their favorite shows they watched alongside their sisters, while we took over the living room. My point, I guess, is that I would love to interrupt what they are doing and just lay into them about keeping stuff out of my room. But I don’t want to ruin or discolor the memories they make in there. It’s a safe place for fun, connection, and relaxing.  Suddenly, those annoying shoes, socks, and paper became simple artifacts, noting their time and fun in our room.

Post Note: This is one day’s perspective I want to remember. I may and probably will reread this post next week and think “no, absolutely not. these kids must learn,” and then continue my mental or possibly verbal rant.  Being a parent is one of the most mentally exhausting jobs a person will perform – It’s essentially a 24-hour referee position with beings who do not have a fully developed frontal lobe. Hope everyone is having a happy week and has so much fun planned for the weekend!

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