When I saw this mess I just laughed. I smiled, looked at each pillow destroyer and smiled and laughed. There was a time when I wouldn’t have done this. There was a day in my parenting growth where I would have lost my shit when I saw this and brought down a parenting wrath like those rug rats have never seen before. I didn’t.
I forget where I read it but a parent was suggesting to just say yes to your kids more. Let them do things when they ask within a certain range. Yes they can have desserts, watch a bit more television, and take all the stuffing out of basement pillows because these things are no big deals and make life easier. If I had come down hard on them like my good friend Jack McCoy the rest of our day would have been affected.
It reminds me of the Robert Frost poem – the literal version - which I have changed a bit here:
Two paths diverged upon entering the basement mess,
I took the one where little things remain little things,
And that has made all the difference.