And I have also learned to let go of having things done my way. There are so many examples of this. I often spend time in the late afternoons dead-heading my roses while the kids play. Sometimes they will "help" me by going alongside me and pulling off the perfectly beautiful new roses. I just take deep breaths and let them go to town.
Another example is when we play with "shapie" (play dough - I have no idea why Viv calls it "shapie"). She likes to combine all the colors. It takes all my strength to contain my OCD and let her do this. But I have to ask myself what's more important - my need for order or my little budding artist letting her creative juices flow?
You know it's love when you let them do this to brand new "shapie."
And don't even get me started on coloring outside the lines. Lord have mercy...
And, for the record, it is impossible to separate this stuff once it has been so thoroughly combined. Don't think I haven't tried to pick this stuff apart with my fingernails.