I wake each morning in the same ritualistic way, coffee, writing, a load of laundry from the dryer to fold, kitchen needs to be tidy, and all the other repeated tasks to follow suit throughout the day. I repeat this day in and day out. The same beginning and the same ending. In the last years, I have been putting some of these tasks in my boys’ hands.
I know these tasks need to be done or the house will fall in shambles but can I find a way to enjoy every day tasks? It’s robotic, it’s a mental list I drudge my way through just to get them done because no one else does. They need to be done. For some sick reason, it would drive me crazy if I just let them go. Am I the only person who feels this way? Is it something women, mothers, and wives force ourselves to do? Lump ourselves in this dated way of thinking that all the “home” things must be done by us because it is our duty as women? Can I change this way of thinking in my boys as they grow?
Now, I am not attempting to know anything that other women don’t but why can’t my 12-year-old boys rinse and put their dishes in the dishwasher, after all they used them? Why can’t my sons fold laundry or set the dinner table? And if I have to clean my room and make my bed, why can’t they do the same in their own rooms? Heaven forbid they ever learn how to push a vacuum around. I am behind this stereotype of what men do and what women should do. I want my children to be an example and accept to this stereotype. I believe they will be better for it as adults.
For as much as my children, love the outdoors and would spend every waking minute outside if they could, why can’t they learn to help out inside? Last week my boys and I spread 15 yards of bark dust together with shovels and wheel barrels. They mowed, weeded and used the tractors to help on the farm. I do not think I am working my kids to hard, they play hard everyday although often watering turns into water fights just like last night. This is joyful to watch.
I would like to say I am guiding them to be the best little men they can be. Also, I convince myself that later on in life whoever they choose to spend their lives with will be grateful they know how to wash dishes, do laundry, and vacuum, along with all the other outside tasks we are required to do to keep our home well kept. This is preparing them for the real world. We work to play harder!
My children are loved, happy, and enjoy life. Even after putting in some hard hours of working by the end of it, they are always smiling and laughing when they come in the house. So, how can we possibly be working them too hard? They are full of joy, filled with life, and excited about what comes next. What else could I ask for?