He Says Collecting, I Say Hoarding
Our five-year-old son loves stuff. Talking with friends, having two older kids, and remembering my own childhood quirks, I know it's not uncommon for children to keep trash and trinkets. Forever.
This child, the five-year-old, knows where every broken plastic toy, shred of ribbon, deflated balloon, popsicle stick with a joke he can't read, and object stolen from his older brothers, is located. When I stealthily purge a few of his items, no matter how deeply buried they were beneath the latest additions, he busts me. And hell hath no fury like... you know what I mean.
"Mom! Did you throw away part of my collection?"
"Honey, I donated a few things you don't play with. There are children without toys who would enjoy that... stuff."
Recently, I thought to myself how well our youngest son has been maintaining his room. Other than a few dozen lego creations displayed on his dresser, things appeared to be in order
The five-year-old has a bathroom attached to his bedroom that is basically unused. He bathes in the master bathroom, brushes his teeth in his brothers' bathroom and doesn't require much lavatory drawer space regardless.
While putting laundry away, I was tipped-off that there might still be a problem when I opened his closet. Balloons from his father's birthday that he claimed to have released to China!
I entered his bathroom, pulled back the shower curtain and found this:
Then I opened a couple of drawers and discovered my little hoarder is still struggling...
And, yes, I recognize we all have a junk drawer, but come on.
I'm both sad, that he's going underground... and proud. I enjoy a worthy adversary. I'm also impressed by his use of semantics.
Anyone else have a young, or not-so-young, "collector" in the house?
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I once threw away a 2" length of red thread I'd found on her nightstand next to some tiny plastic kitties. She reproached me in panic about the kitty's missing scarf. I couldn't for the life of me recall ever disposing of a kitty's scarf, until she explained that it was red and had been sitting next to one of said plastic kitties. Chris, it was a piece of thread. You know, as in having come from a spool of thread or in this case, from an article of clothing that must have been made overseas and the extra thread had been hanging from the article of clothing. Yup, she saved that tiny piece of thread and wrapped it around the kitties' necks and shoulders. Well, that is until the evil mother came by, picked it up, and threw it away.
And sticks. Everytime we got for a walk, he brings home a stick and sets it next to the front door. It's a little too Blair Witch for me.
But it's theirs. I've got mine to, but it's mostly digital these days. Music is my poison.
(Perhaps he's MY son.)
All three of the boyz in my family are hoarders. I continue to fight a losing battle.