Tonawanda News — “Give me more,” she commanded.
I did so, while reminding her to say please. We dropped the stuff off in the kitchen and raced back to the van. Somehow she was able to beat me (I won’t have to let her beat me much longer).
She wanted four things this time instead of three. I was happy to comply.
She could not figure out how to open the door with both hands full. I told her to watch and learn a trick for doing so, and her response made me laugh out loud: “Oh, Daddy, everybody tells me that!” We ran through the “balance-the-pile-on-the-railing-as-it-leans-on-you” trick a few times before making deposit No. 2 in the kitchen.
As she beat me in another race to the van, two thoughts hit me. First, I was actually having fun. Fun unloading groceries. And so was she. Who knew this was possible?
That led to the second thought. I wonder if I can get the kids to help me more often. I envision myself resting in a hammock in my backyard while Penny mows the lawn and Rigby whacks the weeds around the fence.
Mua ha ha!
This won’t be the case, of course, if for no other reason than I don’t have two backyard trees from which to hang the hammock. But I won’t seriously make them take on that much responsibility.
Let’s face it. Completing chores is a necessary way to show children the value of work. They need to realize laundry doesn’t fold itself and food doesn’t magically walk out of the freezer and deliciously wind up on a plate without some effort.
But also, from a completely selfish standpoint, it’s just plain easier once they start helping out with the workload. I may have to cart groceries into the house every trip to the store and rake leaves every fall. But I don’t want to. I don’t like to. And having them do some of it makes my life a bit easier.