Every time we pass by a shop window displaying girls’ dresses in pretty floral pastels, I reminisce about the days when I chose all of Sam’s and Alex’s clothes. That was a long time ago. Thing is, as children grow older, they form their own preferences and sense of style. That’s why there was a lot of hullabaloo about what they would wear to the prom which was finally resolved when they got to choose what they wanted from the tops to the shoes.
It’s the same thing with their private space in the house. When we moved to the suburb, Sam and Alex were eight and seven and I decorated their bedroom with Winnie the Pooh stick-on borders. Even their wall clock had a Winnie the Pooh design.
Times have changed. Young girls do not really complain when mothers take it upon themselves to decide what young girls’ bedrooms should look like. You can’t do that with teenage girls unless you want to go to war with them.
We’re moving to the new house in seven days (sounds like forever since we’re suffering from serious “Can we move today?” fever) and their bedrooms are undergoing finishing touches. Yes, they were allowed — encouraged, in fact — to choose the color schemes for their own rooms. They were even allowed to choose the lighting fixtures. The ceiling light fixtures have been bought but they still have to make up their minds about the pendant lamps and reading lamps. Truth is, I often go ballistic at Sam’s very expensive choices. And Alex has this fixation over a wall-mounted torch light, Asian-inspired obviously, to go with what else she intends to do with her room.
It’s really about identity. It’s about allowing, and respecting, the kids to express their own personality. The bedroom, after all, is a sanctuary, a private haven. I took some photos yesterday (view them) and things are looking great.