I am talking about the walls that we as parents work so hard to keep clean and nicely painted in our kids’ rooms. My daughter Grace found a way to cover just about every space on her walls. A few years ago, I took down old wall paper and painted her room. The process was painstaking and it took me two weeks. Removing the old wall paper almost killed me. But I got it done. I told her not to put anything on the walls—no posters, and no framed art that I did not put up. I did not want my beautiful paint job to be messed with. As a matter of fact, in the days and weeks after I finished it I would go into her room and sit on her bed and marvel at the great job I did.
Then about a month went by and, little by little, pictures started appearing. She had gone to Target and bought putty to use to put those pictures on the wall. She assured me that it would not tear up the wall or ruin the paint job. I have to admit it did not look so bad. It was kind of nice. It was her VISION wall. A wall with pictures of the places she wanted to go—New York, London, Paris and California to name a few. There were pop stars and maps of the world and words of inspiration and words to live by.
Last week while she was home from college on winter break, I walked into her room and saw all of this greenish stuff on her walls that resembled bubble gum. At first it didn’t register. I asked her what that stuff on the wall was. She reminded me it was the putty. She said she had been to all of those places and achieved many of the dreams there and took the pictures down. I am happy she feels that way and was able to realize her dreams. But now I am left with a wall that looks like Linda Blair threw up on it in the movie “Exorcist.”
I am all for freedom of expression. I just wish that she had finished what she started over winter break. I have two choices now—take it down myself or close the door to her room, don’t look at it and just wait for her to come home in the summer and clean up the putty. Some things are not worth the fight.