I love organizing things. Having all of my boys' toys organized is a high priority. In order to contain all of the little "junky" or just miscellaneous toys that my kids accumulate, they each have a treasure box to place these items in. The rule is, if you add something new and the lid won't close, you have to give something away so that it will fit.
I love looking inside their treasure boxes to see what they want to keep. It's a little window into their personalities and interests.
Mr. One and I have not been on the best of terms this week. Our mornings have been particularly rough. He's reluctant to get up and do his chores. I get frustrated. There is general grumpiness and groundings. I want to figure out how to make our mornings more peaceful.
Yesterday morning was particularly grumpy. I did manage to send him off with "I love you's" and at least half-smiles at the door.
Mr. Three found Mr. One's treasure box later in the morning and accidentally dumped it onto the floor. I took a deep breath and tried not to be exasperated as I turned to help him pick up the contents of the box. Then I found a slightly rumpled family picture (a print that Mr. One wanted to bring to show and tell earlier in the school year) in the midst of the silly bands, super heroes and Toy Story figures. It melted my heart and made me realize that our family is a treasure to him.
They are a treasure to me. How lucky I am to have such a sweet little boy in my life. I want to make sure he knows how much I treasure him.