February 10, 2011 § Leave a comment
Dear Little Bird.
When I taught you how to sort, wash and fold your laundry last week, you seemed really excited. Remember how you ran up to dad and explained all of the details and how really, really good you were at sorting your clothes and turning them right-side out and putting them in the washing machine and adding the soap and closing the door and how proud I was of you for doing such a good job and all that?
Today when we did all of the exact same things – sorting your clothes from Little Tiger’s and then taking it downstairs and adding the soap and closing the door – you didn’t have as much fun.
When we pulled your clothes from the dryer and took them upstairs and started to fold everything and put the pants in the pants pile and the shirts in the shirts pile and the doll’s belt in it’s own pile, you didn’t seem to really like it anymore.
In fact, you were much slower this time and you smiled a lot less and I had to keep reminding you to fold something else and you said it took too long and you didn’t want to do it anymore.
Man. I really thought I had something going. But it turns out no matter how young you are, a chore is really just a chore. It’s only really fun the first time until you realize how much work goes into it and how you have to do it every week for the rest of your life.
Well Little Bird, welcome to doing chores.