She finds sharing space with her sister less than desirable. Dirty clothes, that once made it immediately into the hamper, lie in a heap. The desk and chair she had to have sit unused, piled with books, papers and other objects not put away. She does her homework in the kitchen.
At her request we put a mirror up on the inside of her closet door (now Holden wants one as well). She checks her appearance before going out of the house. That tells me a lot.
She’s growing up and as she does her interests expand—an iPod, CD’s, books, her collection of containers, scrapbooks, pictures of friends, and trophies and ribbons fill her shelves. I have given into her clutter as long as she keeps her mess to her areas of the room she shares with Aubry. The small space is hers, encroached on by her sister. She is carefully, strategically asserting new independence as she rallies for a room of her own. Space in our home does not allow for her own room yet, perhaps when Holden goes off to college.
And while this all goes on, my previously messy daughter Aubry has evolved into an extremely orderly child, folding her clothes with military preciseness. Organizing her books by subject and preference. Interesting…