I have two of my nieces (my Brother’s girls) staying with me this week. That brings the total of FOUR girls in our house this week – aged 7,6,5 and (almost) 4. With myself, Rosie the guinea pig and Snowy and Strawberry the chooks, that makes 8 ladies. Poor Rob.
Last night before bed, Mia, the 7-year-old FOLDED her clothes from the day and lay them at the foot of her bed. She quickly became my favourite, and I told her as such, but I marvelled at the precision and made a little wish that my girls follow suit. I very much doubt it.
When I was a little girl, I was a little the same. I made my bed like it was nobodies business each day. I always had a little plant in my room – like an African Violet or some indoor number. Everything had a place, and there was a place for everything. Sure, I made a mess too, but I always made sure that things were just so before I went to bed at night. I do believe I also over cushioned my bed back then too. And you can bet there were some fake gerbera’s placed in vases as well – because it had to LOOK NICE. Beginning of School term was especially exciting for me: shoes shined, bag packed, uniform out. Good. To. Go.
This morning I made the girls breakfast and Mia informed me “you make raisin toast just like Dad. With LOTS of butter. I like it.” I laughed and sent a message to my brother who told me that a love of butter is in our DNA. Maybe it was just because that’s the way that our Mum did it.
How much do you think of our behaviour is conditioned? Or is it just IN us?
Were you neat and tidy? Or a bit messy and disorganised?
Is it still the case today?