Originally published February 2007
This is the way my son’s room looks Every.Single.Day. Take a close look. Everything to do with pirates resides on that floor. I can’t walk through them…I can’t walk around them…in fact I can barely get in the door.
You see, although it might look like a mess to you (and to me), my son has all those pirates strategically placed just so according to some pirate map that he handles oh so carefully for fear of it getting damaged. He plays with these pirates for hours on end….battle after battle… over and over again . I love to stand at his open door just watching him play.
It has taken me a long time to look past what appears to be just a big mess. You can only imagine how badly my body would twitch every time I would walk past his room, how I would fight with him to clean it up. But over time I’ve learned to pick my battles and I choose not to battle with the pirates. I know these pirates won’t be around forever. Soon my son will move on to other things and there will come a time when I will long for these simple days of seeing my son sitting on the floor using his imagination and making battle sounds only a mother could find endearing. Soon there will be days when I walk by his room only to hear loud music penetrating from beyond the other side of a closed door, a door I’ll have to knock on before I even dare enter.
Oh yes, those pirates all over the floor, they can definitely stay because as long as the pirates are around I stand a chance of holding onto my little boy for just a little while longer.
**Every week (or two) I kindly ask the pirates to take their battle to the side of the room so I can vacuum and they reluctantly agree.**