I swear I did my due diligence to baby proof. I put locks on cabinets and gates at stairs. But I didn’t empty out every drawer. No, that’s Fiona’s job.
Grabby Gabby helps herself to all stuff in all available cabinets and drawers. She reaches her hands into the drawers and she begins to extract the contents piece by piece, item by item. And then after a moment’s inspection, she lobs them over her shoulder ne’er to be mentioned again.
It’s one thing when she’s tossing the Tupperware or the sippy parts and baby cups, although I find myself irked when it’s the third time I’ve stooped to pick up these sippy parts. Yes, I twitched when the box of business cards, staples, and extra printer cartridges were being dashed to the floor as she fished through the desk supply canister. And my purse is regularly rifled through. But the day I couldn’t handle having an inquisitive toddler was the day she helped herself to my vanity drawer contents.
I’m a slight pack-rat. The contents of all those little boxes in the miscellaneous drawers I have everywhere tend to be nostalgic. There’s telescope pictures and hair snippets. Eyeshadow from the 80’s and ribbons from my wedding flowers. And Fiona was casually and heartlessly beginning to empty out my soul onto the floor as I sat there applying my makeup.
For a moment, I stepped out of the situation and observed it. Wanting to know if I could be that parent who doesn’t mind if the child explores and knowing that she wasn’t going to hurt herself or the stuff too badly. And then I snapped. It hit my privacy nerve.
The detached way in which she goes through the objects pausing a half a second to consider it and then tosses it over her shoulder to fish for the next object in the drawer was more than I could take. Maybe this is foreshadowing of how it’ll be after I’m dead and gone and they have to go through my stuff. But at least I won’t have to see it then.
None of it is really breakable yet the rawness of having my most private life moments thrown so heartlessly to the floor made me snap. I said “enough”. She didn’t like it. She got re-purposed. Do I feel like emptying every single drawer in the house out? Nope. I either need to be patient with her process, which I mostly am, I need to remove what feels raw for her to play with, or, it’s time she listened when I put boundaries on her. Because I said so is good enough. And I didn’t feel bad about telling her “no” which I think is a good thing.