By Leslie Lindsay I love my daughter’s room.  It’s well-decorated, well-organized, and well…just a delight to be in.  Not!  I have a 7 year old 2nd grader.   Her room is anything but neat and delightful.  While the space itself clearly represents a little girl with an active imagination, a good sense of self, a huge collection of art and horses, trinkets and trash, and a mommy with a good eye for design, but it lacks in order.  Big time.  This weekend, I brought two big plastic tubs into her room.  One tub was marked “Donations” and the other “Relocate/Repurpose.”                                                                       (Image credit: Leslie Lindsay) “We’re going to play a game.  It’s called ‘this or that.’  I am going to hold up two objects in your room and you are going to tell me which one you want to keep.  The other item will be donated to a kid who has less than you.”  Big, fat salty tears ran down her porcelian skin.  “You can’t do this to me!  I love everything.”  At first I tried to be sympathetic.  And …