I never thought cleaning my kids' rooms would move me to tears. We all know legos and colored pencils can cause tears when stepped upon but, simply picking them up...who knew:
Dear Son,
You have two lego tables and approximately 9,000 legos, so it is no surprise that they simply cannot all be contained and must spill out ALL OVER your floor. As I picked up today I realized that in a few short years this phase will be over and we won't be tripping over, stepping on, and dancing like a maniac around all of the legos. You're growing up and one day, all too soon, you'll be moving on from lego houses to dorm rooms to your first apartment. I am totally NOT cleaning any of those, your father was a bachelor once and eww!
Dear Daughter,
I love that next to your bed you keep a journal, a sketch pad, and always a pencil or two or sometimes 50 strewn about close by. You have always had a hard time saying what you want, but you have never had a hard time articulating those thoughts into written words and drawings. You have the creative ability that takes most professional artists their whole lives to perfect. One day you too will be moving on and, as much as I may not like that, I know you'll have new tools to express yourself with.
To the both of you,
For now I will relish in your messy, cluttered, disorganized rooms for when you are older I don't want your memories to be how clean your room was; I want your memories to be what we created, dreamt, built, and played in your rooms. The day will come soon enough when you put away your childhood play things. It is a hard day to imagine and one I will choose not to think about. The next time you hear me say, "Your rooms are a wreck", what I hope you'll hear is, "I love that you're enjoying this crazy childhood where all you have to worry about is what will you play next". (even if you don't put the first toy away first, sigh)
Love,
Mom
p.s. now go clean your room!
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