I sort of wish I had taken before and after pictures but it is so horrifying that I also don't want a permanent record. I did take this picture a couple weeks ago of a bunch of stuff found in her bed:
She informed me it was a "nest" for her stuffed pterodactyl; although I believe she gave me a specific species name.
Her entire room pretty much looked like this, only with a greater variety of objects. I am either raising a future hoarder or an amazing collector.
I'll be honest, given the enormity of this task, I was not impressed when she announced she needed a break. However, rather than going with the dictator version of my parenting persona, who would have responded with "Oh no you are not! You get back in here and finish this job! It is not my mess!", I kept my mouth shut. The dictator mode is generally an ineffective way of parenting my child. Because she inherited a stubborn nature along with her hoarding tendencies from me, her response to this is a smaller version of my dictator self. We then lock horns until one or both of us is crying (because we are also sensitive as well as stubborn, it is a fantastic combo, let me tell you!) and then my sweet husband comes into break us up.
Happy girl making s'mores |
I'd made a commitment to myself a couple months ago that I wasn't going to use the dictator mode, so I took a deep breath and said nothing. After a few minutes of cleaning her room without her, I determined that if she wasn't working on her room, I wasn't going to either. I found a magazine and took a break myself. My husband took this opportunity to pitch in on completing her room. Eventually we both joined him and finished the task. We can now see the floor and walk without tripping or stepping on a deadly Lego.
Today I was folding laundry and was feeling a bit ragged. Very enthusiastic birds have been waking me up prior to my preferred time, so I was tired, and the laundry seemed a bit overwhelming. My usual mode is to push myself (I've written about that here). I decided to take a page out of the small girl child's book and took a break. I sat on my bed and caught up with Facebook. Then I finished the laundry and had lunch.
Both times the task was completed and both times I felt much better when I was done. Following the inner wisdom of my child is allowing me to find my own inner wisdom. Parenting can be such a beautiful thing.