If you slid open my shower door, you’d find an amazing array of bottles, tubes and cans. I counted twenty-one the other day, a clear violation of bathroom protocol. Who needs more than one shampoo, conditioner, kid’s shampoo, shaving cream and maybe a fancy tube of facial cleanser? Five items, right?
Twenty-one is excessive.
Unless, of course, you are six years old and possess a healthy imagination.
Grace produces, writes, directs and stars in dramatic productions in the shower. She acts out the parts played by various empty containers. I can hear her reciting the parts, wholly present in her imaginary world while water sprays down on her. (We waste so much water. Please do not tell the Environmentalists.)
And so I can’t throw away any empty bottles. (Look! I’m saving the landfills!) I know that one day my shower stall will feature a tidy collection of full containers because my little girl will have abandoned the pretend world of empty shampoo bottles who talk to empty conditioner bottles.
As we meander through each stage of childhood and parenthood, I try to notice the good parts. I try to savor the joys. I try not to scream my head off unless it’s absolutely necessary.
And I retrieve the empty shaving cream can from the trash so Grace will have a trio of shaving cream cans.
My husband thinks Grace and I are both a little nuts. (We creative types baffle him.)