Since the kids finally got their own rooms back in may they have loved it. They love each other, but sometimes you just need a place that’s totally yours.
They didn’t get to pick out the wall colour; bright red and cobalt blue are great for pillows cases, not walls…I have limits. They did get to pick the accent colours and hang whatever they want on the walls; I think it’s a fair trade.
My daughter’s room is starting to show her personality; posters are starting to adorn the walls, her art work is thoughtfully placed, the bed is rumply made, dirty clothes on the floor and her lego is everywhere…yup it’s a pre-teens room.
I love it. That’s what doors are for. Course, I ask her to clean her room, which means she shoves everything on the floor up against the walls or stuffs into whatever bin is available. This is only a glimpse of what’s to come.
Her room is small; 68 sq ft. with 10′ high ceilings and white walls, it feels pretty airy. She has all her possessions where she wants, she can close the door and tune out the world if she chooses or open the door and invite her brother up to her bunk and watch youtube videos.
Side note: I’m hoping soon to give her an art desk and a closet soon.
I know sometimes she compares the size of our house and her room to her friends, and maybe wonders what the heck her dad and I are doing choosing to live in a home about a third of the size of the average canadian home. But it’s part of her job as a kid to think her parents are nuts.
Big room or small room, she has her oasis where she makes the rules and has no limits on who and what she becomes.