When I was a little girl, I remember having various things
taped to the door of my bedroom. I can’t
picture exactly what was there, but I remember a really revered candy wrapper
that I so carefully unfolded, so that I could display it prominently.
(I feel like I should interrupt myself here and say “Hats
off!” to my parents [I guess???] for allowing me to make that space my
own. I’m not sure I’ll be able to
encourage the same creative expression in my girls…at least not on their
door. I can foresee myself buying a
bulletin board one day, though. And I
vow to set my OCD tendencies aside and allow them to accessorize it in random
order, if they so choose.)
I haven’t thought about that in eons, but it struck me a
couple of days ago when the girls asked to post some artwork on their door.
I try to keep the front of our refrigerator clean, but the
side of it is papered with colorful artwork and pictures of friends. Our mantle is home to a rotating display of
handmade signs and stand-alone crafts.
And I occasionally display holiday-themed artwork over the patio doors
in the kitchen.
Artwork has never migrated upstairs.
While Miss Jenny was here a few days ago, she wrote the
girls’ names in bubble / block letters and let them color it in. They were so proud of what she did…and what
they did to complement it. On a whim, I
asked if they’d like to put their masterpieces on their door upstairs, and
their eyes instantly lit up with excitement.
I plan to continue to keep the artwork in one area of the
house, but this little venture has been a fun one. It’s surprised me how “grown-up” it makes the
entrance to their bedroom, though!
Hmmm…maybe I’m just readying myself psychologically for the
transition to big-girl beds next month.
Who knew that a big-girl door would be the first step?