I’ve had a line for ages–a joke, really, but I sort of believed it–that “you can never have too many Legos.” Art supplies and Legos were two categories I truly didn’t mind drowning in. I’m quite organized and have stayed on top of both for years now, in spite of the constant influx of more.
But I was wrong.
The art supplies are still manageable, although as my kids have gotten older the things are migrating up to bedrooms. (As old as my kids are now, I don’t feel the need to constantly supervise crayons and markers…I can trust them not to draw on walls.) The Legos, however….I think we’ve crossed a line.
My son has a tall bookcase in his room that I put in there specifically to display his Lego “stuff.” It was arranged beautifully for a long time, but Legos (of course) are meant to be played with, and piece by piece would be taken off the shelf to be used. Good! I’m all for things being used. Since the dining room table is our normal “Lego play area,” the pieces appeared on it to play with. Then my daughter’s Legos arrived, apparently hungry for company, and the kids spent many afternoons during the summer playing Legos in the dining room together. (Full disclosure: the dining room table is Lego-covered 90% of the time, until the birthday/holiday season arrives and we need the dining room quite often. My kitchen table, however, is always empty. Thank you very much.)
Unfortunately….while the Legos were spreading out all over the dining room table, and buckets were appearing in the corner of that room, they were also still upstairs, spreading out all over my son’s bookcase. (Is there a law of physics somewhere, about objects expanding to fill the allotted space?) They were also spreading out into one corner of his bedroom; which unfortunately is the corner behind the laundry basket, which is making life difficult on a fairly regular basis.
So this morning, when I started putting Legos back in his room (there was so much stuff I split the job with him), I had nowhere to put them. Nowhere. The shelves of the bookcase appeared full, although lots of scooting things around freed up some space. The buckets in the corner of his room are being stacked upon, which I guarantee is going to end badly. I have absolutely no idea where he’s going to put the things I left for him to put away.
When we’d started tackling the table last night, I mentioned that he might have, maybe, too many Legos. And he agreed with me. (You know it’s bad when the kid agrees with you.) I broached the subject of giving some away, especially since we are headed into birthday season and there will most likely be even more Legos in his future. And he agreed with me. (Pick jaw up off floor.) His comment? “We could give them to the library. They’re looking for Legos for their Lego club.” (Sit down before I start hyperventilating.)
If he is on board, I am happy to help. Hopefully sometime during the next week, we’ll go through all this stuff–a shelf at a time, a bin at a time, or ten minutes at a time. I don’t know how long his willingness to pass things on will last, but I hope to make the most of it.
FYI…my dining room table is beautiful. It’s so nice to see it again. 🙂
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I love that you allow your kids the time to come to these decisions on their own. It’s gratifying to see them grow, isn’t it.
I allow them time to make these decisions through clenched teeth! 🙂 It’s hard to watch, sometimes, but it’s great when they seem to finally “get it.”