My love-hate relationship with Legos
My 7-year-old son is obsessed with Legos. It all started a few years ago with Duplos. I never imagined that big colorful interconnecting pieces would later be the bane of my existence
In the beginning, I loved Legos. It was a project we could sit and do together and we could easily build something with wheels in 30 minutes and then it would be an hour of play with whatever we built. As he grew older, his obsession with Legos grew with him. I taught him how to master the steps of the Lego instructions and he would ask me for help every so often. It was a great way to develop his motor skills and he was so proud of the Legos he built. And here is where the love hate relationship blossomed.
As soon as he mastered the confidence to build Legos by himself, he started wanting more advanced Lego sets. Once I realized it could give me an entire morning free while he spent a good two hours building a set, I fell deeply in love with Legos. There was no fighting with his brother and he was fully engrossed in the Legos until that set was built. It was just as effective as the catatonic state we experienced with television, but with actual brain activity. Once he completed the set, he was so excited to play with it that I gained more peace and quiet time. This included no wrestling, biting (luckily only the 4-year-old was resorting to this), or whining about boredom. I COULD GET USED TO THIS! My love continued to grow. He would use his imagination to build his own creations outside of the building sets. His friend sent him a binder of self-made Lego instructions and he would build everything from a sailboat to sunglasses. We bonded over a Lego mock-up of his Kindergarten classroom that we displayed at the school. l felt incredibly blessed to have left my job to spend my morning building Legos.
It was the more complex sets that started the first stirrings of discontent. The 7-year-old was quickly building a Lego house. I must emphasize the word “quickly” as his brain works like his father’s. He likes to take short cuts when at all possible. While perhaps an admirable quality, one I have trouble comprehending (I bet you can imagine the effect this particular quality has on our marriage). When the Lego house was finished, there was a big gaping hole in the roof. When I questioned the hole, his exact words were “it’s good enough”. Are you kidding me? Would an architect think a hole in the roof was good enough? My son, ever so rational, reminded me it was just pretend and no one was going to really be living in the house. He was not going back 6 pages in the Lego instructions manual to rebuild the roof. While I knew I should have not been arguing considering he just built a model for ages 10 and up, I could not get past this. My husband gave me the eye roll as just as I was getting ready to stress the importance of rebuilding it. I held it together. The house sits on the shelf with a big hole in the roof. It takes every ounce of willpower not to mention it every time I am in his room. And yes, I will admit it, I have been tempted to rebuild the roof myself.
After the Lego house build, I tried to keep my distance with the Legos. However, it was impossible. The Legos were literally overtaking our house. The Lego sets were displayed on a shelf in the 7-year old’s bedroom. The shelf grew to cover the entire desk. Once this space was used, the playroom started acquiring Lego sets. My 7-year-old, who apparently was born without an ounce of organizational skills, started to leave Lego sets everywhere. We are talking not even full complete sets. If he was playing with the Lego airplane, but the wing fell off, you could bet I would find it on the floor later with the wing stashed in his closet. He was apparently proud of his work as Legos kept appearing everywhere, even in the bathroom. My husband who is a neat freak was not so happy to have to eat breakfast with Legos, let alone shower with a Lego camp set up on the vanity. In addition, there was the Lego minefield. About once a week, my husband would manage to step on a Lego, usually a stray Lego guy left stranded on the floor. If you are reading this, you know how painful it is to step on a Lego of any sort, especially one with legs. You did not want to be in the vicinity when it happened. Cursing, screaming, and threatening to throw all the Legos in the garbage was the common theme.
I took it upon myself to try to renew my love of Legos. I thought if I could organize the Legos, I could regain some control in the situation. This was my first mistake. Any parent of a Lego child knows Lego and organizing cannot be in the same sentence. First, I purchased several plastic shoe box containers. I had this fantasy that I would store each Lego set and instructions in a separate box. I was already slipping into Martha Stewart mode and imagining my 7-year-old excitedly labeling and decorating each of these boxes. This lasted for about a day once I realized only about 3 sets fit in these boxes and the ones that fit in larger boxes were either too wide or too tall. Next I decided that I could try to organize the Lego pieces by color. After three days of whining and complaining, we finally had a color coordinated box for each Lego color. This lasted for a full week before the 7-year-old kept dumping all the pieces on the floor and mixing colors. He also decided it was too much work to restock the boxes so Legos were again strewn all over the playroom floor. I HATE LEGOS!!!
We finally resorted to spending $40.00 on a Lego sorter, another overpriced Lego item for suckers desperate like me. The box contains four levels with holes so the small pieces fall to the bottom. You can separate the boxes when building to find the pieces by size. The flaw in the design is when the boxes are separated, the Legos fall through the holes and get buried in the carpet. Hence, I am still constantly finding or stepping on Lego pieces. This remains our current method of storing Legos and quite frankly I am still not feeling the love.
While I know my son’s love for Legos will continue to grow, I am fairly certain my relationship is over. If anyone reading this shares my grief, please tell me you have a better solution for managing the Lego madness that has overtaken our house. Perhaps I could fall in love once again…..