Accuracy is not as important as you think

When I first met my wife( clearly, then still future), her house scared me a little. I still remember these practically empty tables, shiny surfaces, the floor without a single speck of dust. She could definitely tell you the location of any thing in her home - really anyone;Here every little thing was assigned its own once and for all fixed place.

I must say, for me it was not quite a familiar picture. In my household, I always followed the motto "Throw to the floor and throw it out of my head."I confess that when we decided to have children, I was slightly worried about how my wife would manage to survive. Her style of doing business somehow did not fit in with the idea of ​​quiet, not being driven into the children's frames, which she shared with me *.

But it is perfectly adapted to everything, as it happens with most parents. But not with everyone. Some, like King Knut **, continue to struggle stubbornly with the ever-coming mass of dirt, garbage, dust, books, toys and other incomprehensibly dumped objects, in short, with the general disorganization of space that by definition is attached to children. With the appearance of children in the house, inevitably appear and a variety of subjects, hitherto completely unknown to you, and therefore completely incompatible with classification and systematization.

* If you had the impression of my wife as a pedantic neurasthenic, I can say in her defense that, for all her accuracy, she never stroked anything, and only knew about the vacuum cleaner with a vacuum cleaner.

** Do not trouble yourself, for God's sake, to explain to me that King Whip was trying to do it not at all. I know that he just proved his point of view. And I'm just setting out my own.

There are only two possibilities. The first is to constantly test your nervous system for strength, trying to do the impossible and keep the house in order, while turning children into the same nervous and unnatural pseudo-adults who will never be able to behave freely in their lives and enter the house in their shoes. The second is to accept, calm down, relax, give up everything, give children the opportunity to be children and, as a result, have a free and happy home life and normal adequate children, albeit with not always clean floors and not the perfect order in the rooms. I think everyone understands which option is correct.

I'm not saying that children should not clean up anything behind themselves. But first they need to allow themselves to have fun at their pleasure, and only then to demand the elimination of the consequences. It's okay if your kitchen table is full of fingerprints, and the children's pants are stained with dirt. This all is laundered. It is much more important to strive to ensure that children feel at ease in their own home, and they were having fun.