I wrote this post on my other blog, Mama Dish, but then I realized it would probably fit better here. So I copied and pasted. My apologies to those of you who read both blogs (all 3 of you...)
When I pick up Brady from school, or child watch at the YMCA, I am always happy to hear things like, “he’s such a sweet boy,” “he’s really a great talker,” or “he shares so well”. These types of compliments would make any Mama proud. But yesterday I got the end all-be all, grand-daddy of all compliments… for a neat freak like me. And I couldn’t help but take the compliment completely to heart, since my husband obviously has nothing to do with this behavior
The teacher approaches me and says, while chuckling, “Brady likes to clean up all the toys. He puts them in all their different bins. He even notices if some of the toys on the shelf are in the wrong places and then puts them back where they belong. It’s so cute. Ha, ha, ha.”
I just smiled and nodded, but inside I was thinking, “Uh… yeah he does! He’s a born sorter, just like his Mom. The boy learned at a very early age there’s a place for everything and everything in its place. Our pint-sized, multi-color Target storage system, complete with labels, makes this place look like a joke. And what is so cute and funny about it, anyway?! Do you find it odd that a 3 year old boy has mad organizational skills, or are you just feeling threatened that he could take your job from you at any moment?”
He is going to make a suburban, 34 year old, mother of 2 very, very happy one day.