I’m not surprised. Messy, wild play is seen as a perfectly natural, even cherished part of childhood in Scandinavia, and the way I was raised, muddy hands, piles of filthy clothes, and wet boots were almost considered badges of honor, a testament to a day filled with adventure, new experiences, and lots of trial and error. The adult me has a slightly more complex relationship with messes. I wouldn’t exactly call myself a neat freak, but I like my house orderly and clean, and my kitchen counter free of clutter, craft glitter, and traces of homemade salt dough. Outside, however, it’s a different
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