|A scene from one of my |
daughter's favorite books,
as envisioned in LEGOs.
It was the 70s. We had a lot of kids in our family and not every kid had all the things back then. It was more of an "it takes a village" thing, and if you wanted to play with something you didn't have, you went over to your friends' house. I had a few friends whose toy rooms were flush, and they were the favorite place for kids to congregate.
My own kids, I realize while trying to help them pack their rooms, could probably fit all their most-loved things into one small U-Haul. Each.
So, I helped to find a better organizational system to get my daughter through the move, and in turn my daughter has spent the last two days planning outfits around the clothes we uncovered and running around the house with her new best friend. This might be partially because she lost her privilege to play with electronics, and it's forced her to find other ways to occupy her time.
Because no matter how much toy clutter is stuffed into their rooms, my kids always default to electronics when it's time to find something to do. At our garage sale last month, I think they got rid of every single game and toy they got for Christmas last year. It was sobering and sad to see how quickly they are letting their childhoods go. It always makes me happy when they act like kids again, at least for a little bit.
Looking around my daughter's room, I'm amazed at how much it looks like something I recognize from my own childhood—on the table now are paper, markers, all the LEGOs we own, a radio and this doll. Oh yeah, and a pile of socks that may or may not be dirty.