I have recently taken to reading aloud to my son. He’s nine and has been struggling with comprehension in school but we’ve decided that it’s rooted in hating to read. Now that I’m engaged, he can’t get enough “reading” (or being read to). I was in his room the other night waiting for him to brush his teeth so I could read a few chapters before bedtime and in the quiet, I tried to look at his room through the eye-gate of my old childhood. How would the PLRWM feel to have a room as nice as this one when I was a his age? His room is Army themed and painted two colors; moss green on the bottom and a muted mustardy color on top. He has fluffy Camo bed coverings and a big space to play in in the center of his room. In a funny twist, it had just been picked up -so at the time, it was very pleasant. I slowly surveyed the room, trying to appreciate it to its fullest and reflected back on my own bedroom when I was a kid. Let me give you a tour.
The earliest bedroom I can recall was from our first two-bedroom apartment. My little brother and I shared it. Obviously, since we were apartment dwellers, there would be no fun color on the walls, unless we tried to get creative ourselves with crayons and markers…which we did – all the time. Although I vaguely remember getting a brand new, sturdy/bulky dark wood framed bunk-bed with “boy (spaceship) mattresses” – I cannot, for the life of me, remember what we slept on before that purchase. The bed was exciting because we could climb into our pillowcases and then fold the lip of the pillowcase over the top post and dangle around the corner of the bed. (did I describe that well?) In any case, (no pun intended) it was like a ride! We did that all the time.
When our baby sister came along, we needed another bed for her. At the right time, someone from church was getting rid of a two bed corner set with a table, where beds adjoined. NOW we had 4 beds for 3 kids in 1 room. I guess it made sense to keep the Bunk together but why we had to keep both of the other set doesn’t make much sense now. Here is a mediocre image of the image:
Our dresser was in closet which made perfect sense since we never hung up clothes anyway.
One Christmas, my dad surprised my mom with a new all-glass coffee table. It was super fancy and it came with a matching bookshelf unit. Now, our poorness, created hoarders of us to a certain degree. Having four beds instead of three would be an example. Once my mom got her new coffee table, the old one, a while laminate-type with metal legs, was moved into the last empty floor space of our room.
For a while, there was no reasonable floor space to speak of in our bed room but, being the resourceful little tykes we were, we found great enjoyment from rolling across from bed #1, over the coffee table straight onto the bottom bunk of the bunk bed. Since we always kept our room very messy, when the coffee table finally left for good, we had all sorts of new (old) treasures to play with again.
When Daniel came back from brushing his teeth, we snuggled into his bed together and had a very pleasant time in his clean and organized room.