Amor Chiquito is not a fan of picking up her toys after she is done playing with them. Then again, who is?!
There have been times when I ask her to pick up her toys and she has told me it is my turn. Imp! It was funny once or twice, but not anymore! Most of the time, either the grownups pick up the toys or we have a royal mess in our living room. Who am I kidding? Most of the time we have a royal mess in our living room. I can’t keep up, it feels like!
Yesterday I got her magnetic numbers. She was ecstatic! We played with them for a while, and, then, the inevitable, cleanup time.
Ari: I no want clean up.
Me: Please clean up the numbers.
Ari: But I no want to.
Me: You have two choices. If you clean up, you can play with them later. If I clean up, they will go up high. Who is cleaning up?
Me: Ok, I will clean up. They are going up high.
There was some crying.
In retrospect, I could have done a better job. I was tired, frustrated, and tired of repeating myself so many times in one day. Instead, I could have tried to be brief and to not let it get to me.
Today Amor Chiquito asked for her numbers.
Me: I will get them. They are up high because I picked them up yesterday.
We played for a while. She would grab a number. She would tell me what the number was. If she did not know, I would tell her. She would then run to the kitchen and put the number on the fridge. Repeat, repeat, and repeat some more...!
When it was time to clean up, I asked if she was cleaning up or if I was.
Ari: I clean up. No numbers up high.
No fuss! How cool is that! I got the idea from the Love and Logic book.
Later on, we played with play dough and she cleaned up too.
We are also working on having a consistent parking spot, if you will, for her bike. I have tripped on the damn bike more times than I care to admit! Basically, because my vision is so limited, I might see things that I am looking for. Otherwise, I don’t notice a lot of things, particularly smaller objects close to the ground such as her bike.
That reminds me of a sweet moment today… Amor Chiquito was riding her bike. I was walking near her. She said “waaatch out, mommy.”
I might have mentioned this before. Amor Chiquito has been aware of my visual impairment since before she was a year old. It is fascinating to see how her and I continue to adapt as time goes on, as she gets older and understands more about my eye sight.