Recently, I had one of those "pick your battle" moments that mamas are often faced with.
Here's a picture of my battle (or "non-battle" battle?):
Lilly's new-found passion is creating art. And displaying it. Everywhere.
I love that she loves art and crafting. I really do. I celebrate her creativity. I love that she loves to draw and paint and color. I applaud her talent and how well she "stays in the lines." I love her love affair with crayons. I embrace how well she writes her name, as she writes it over and over again. I love how she loves to draw hearts on everything.
What I do not love is her latest obsession with my Scotch tape.
She found it in my drawer one day, and unbeknownst to me, went bonkers with it. Literally. A whole roll of Scotch tape and an entire Princess coloring book later and...viola...her pretty purple walls went from "pizazz" to being the cause of the latest vein bulging in my forehead. I chose to "let it be," for now, for a very simple reason: It makes her ridiculously happy.
One quiet, Tuesday afternoon, I walked into "Ms. Monet's" bedroom to remove all of her bedding and wash it. (Ugh! The dreaded laundry day!) As I changed her sheets from the polka dot ones to the floral ones, I happened to glance at her gallery wall.
EEK! I gasped aloud at what I saw!
I don't know about you, but I don't think those princesses look right! They're a tad alarming, wouldn't you say?! Hmm. There's something sort of "off" or different about them...
I just can't seem to put my eye...er, I mean, finger on it.