Finding ways to allow my children to fully enjoy their living space without sacrificing my own need for things like, say, not having scotch tape all over the windows, is a real challenge for me. I think it's safe to say that if I lived alone, nothing would be taped - scotch or masking or otherwise - to anything else. Ever. Except for gift wrap. So when a child wants to enjoy his gorgeous stained-glass-esque creations by adhering them directly to the windows, my first thought is that eventually I'll be the one attempting to scrape nasty ancient bits of cellophane tape off of the glass with my fingernails or a razor blade. No, thank you.
But then I focus. I can scrape it. I can do that. I can sit back and let him hang the butterflies up himself, with much more tape than I would use, because he wants to, because he's proud of his artwork and proud of the job he's doing hanging them. It matters to him and because of that, it matters to me more than the scraping.
I wonder, how many instar forms will I go through?
(...and in related news, we're looking forward to the butterfly exhibit at Lewis Ginter)