I like for my drawers to be neat. I like for clothes to be put in the exact same place every time. I like to fold my underwear. I like to organize my t-shirts by color, size, and softness. I like to fold my socks into neat little tubes that you stick directly onto your foot and unfold as you put it on.At least I used to like all these things. I've been freed a little.
I still insist on folding my t-shirts all the same way. All the towels are folded in half, in half again, and then into thirds.
Kevin has freed me from the sock and underwear compulsiveness. I now toss my socks in one drawer and my panties in another - all wadded up.
It's liberating.
This sense of freedom has not found it's way into Little Bird's room. It's the only room in the house that stays compulsively neat these days. Until the construction is finished at our home, I've resigned myself to live in a bit of a mess, but Bird's room, it stays clean.
And his clothes stay organized and neat.
At least they used to. Before Bird decided that he wanted to "help Mama."
Little Bird likes to help put away his pajamas. He doesn't just like to help, he insists upon it.And so his pajama drawer belongs to him completely. He has even figured out that he has to put both hands in and stir them up good so that the drawer will close. It's hard for me to close that drawer with those pajamas all twisted and the tops and bottoms scattered amongst each other. But he wants to do it himself, and I want him to learn.
My way is not necessarily the right way. Little Bird is his own little person with his own little messy pajama drawer.
I couldn't be more proud.