Someone shared this life changing piece of advice with me from Admiral William H. McRaven a long time ago. The reason? When you have “one of those days”- horrible, messy, frustrating, long, or just plain bad, you’ll always come home to at least one thing that’s in order. Sounded reasonable to me, so I adopted the idea.
I’ve ended up loving this advice, because I’m of the opinion that your bedroom (and your house for that matter) no matter how small, how big, or what kind of budget you have to decorate with- should be your sanctuary. It’s where you begin and end each day, and to you…it should feel like the most comfortable place in the world.
Making my bed has become a part of my routine, so I don’t typically give it much thought- that is, until I started making my 2 year old’s bed everyday. You see, M just got her “big girl bed”, and I started to think…does she really care that her bed is made when she comes to her room for her afternoon nap, and again when she goes to bed at night? Do I really need to make it again after her nap, and put Elmo, Abby and the rest of the Sesame Street friends back on their respective pillows? The questions around my toddlers awareness of how her made or unmade bed may effect her outlook on life began to intrigue me. Yet, no matter the reality of her awareness, I find myself continuing to make her bed. One, because I care- when I bring her into her room at the end of a day, and I find it (somewhat) orderly, and I pull back the sheets, it somehow makes me feel that there’s a small bit of order in my life that has eluded me since becoming a parent- especially a parent of a 2 year old. Secondly, because a toddler’s daily life is inherently messy and goes in a thousand directions- pretty much like the rest of us- I figure if I can give her (even if it’s subconsciously) one small thing that will plant a seed of peacefulness and pride, it’s worth my effort.
So, tomorrow, make your bed, and change the world!