Monday, January 17, 2011

It All Worked Out In The End. But The Middle Was Very Iffy.

I have a girl named 3. 3 was enjoying her very first room alltoherself in all of her 11 years. 3 is a middle child. Right smack in the middle of 1, 2, and 4. 3 always shared a room with 4. 3 was fed up with it. So imagine how happy 3 was when she got her own room. Just imagine!

4 also was enjoying her first room all to herself. If you don't count the master closet she lived in for a year when she was one and I was newly divorced in a three bedroom house with four girls that is. That was a stylin' master closet/bedroom she had back then.

But back to the story.

3 and 4 were blissfully enjoying their own bedrooms.

Life was pretty good.

And then came the day when 1 and Carver moved back in.
We broke the news to 4 first. I knew she would take it well, and she didn't disappoint me. She is a calm, go-with-the-flow kind of girl. Her reaction when she found out she was back to sharing with 3? Cool! We get to put our bunk beds back together! Can I have a snack?
Good, that went better than expected. I took a few deep breaths and went off to find 3. 3 is not a go-with-the-flow kind of girl. Not even a little bit. She is planned and organized and structured and just a little high strung.

Ok.I just got a little teary typing that. It's so exciting when you realize that your daughters DO sometimes turn into their mothers. Oh 3, I love you.

Anyways. She was a little crushed as expected. She SO wanted to be unselfish and not care because she knew that 1 and Carver needed her room. And she loves her 1. But she DID care. Alot.

So I let her shed some tears as I rubbed her back. I promised her that I would take her to the paint store and she could pick out WHATEVER (!!) paint she wanted and I would make her a beautiful room around it.
I promised her that I would make sure that 4 would help her keep the room cleaned and organized. I gave her my word. She made me pinky swear. She was serious.
I hugged her. She sniffled a little and hugged me back.

And then we went to the paint store. And true to my word I let her pick whatever color she wanted.
And then we made a beautiful room around her paint choice.

Dear 3:

I can't tell you how proud I am of the girl you are. I know it broke your heart to give up your room. I also know that letting 1 have your room was more important to you than the way you feel. Because you are my girl, and you are the best.

I am so proud of you today.

Love forever,

****crown molding and baseboards are on the way soon. Very soon.

1 comment:

  1. Dear 3,
    You have a gorgeous room! I am so proud of you for letting 1 have your room. I know it was so hard. When you are older you will look back and know that you did the right thing and it will make you so very happy!


Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.