My inspiration for this record of my days:

“The biggest mistake I made [as a parent] is the one that most of us make. . . . I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of [my three children] sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less” -Anna Quindlen

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

The problem is…

The other day I read, on someone else’s blog, about how important it is to teach our kids to work hard.  I whole-heartedly agree with the post, and my kids insist that they have more chores than any of their friends! (Insert whine and eye-roll here.)

The complaining doesn’t deter me one bit.  The hardest thing for me is living with the “finished chore” during these many years of learning curve.


This, for example, is a “clean” casserole dish that I took out of the cupboard.  CHUNKS of food all over it!  Unfortunately, not an uncommon sight at my house.

I need some reassurance.  They will learn, right?  If I keep at it, and catch as many of these sloppy jobs as I can, they will get better?

1 comment:

  1. Unfortunately not until they care. Oops, I guess that's not very encouraging.