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These days I struggle to bend over the babe that grows inside of me. picking up clothes, toys, and unwanted food from under the table.
My senses are heightened with screams that could break glass. Whining that seams unbearable.
All day I can feel the pressing down. Laying down. It's my life for theirs.
When my grandmother was little, they ate hard-boiled eggs and cold, day-old sweet potatoes on Sundays. Nothing else to eat; anything else would require work. They fed the horses at the farm, but no other work at all. Period. My mom says after church, the parents took a long nap while the kids played "pretend church" for most of the afternoon, singing songs out of the old hymnal.
Recently I read "Little House In the Big Woods" to my kids, and their Sunday routine was equally shocking to me.
I will never forget a conversation I had with my three year old daughter many years ago. I actually wrote it in my journal at the time.
"Mom do you like butterflies?"
"Of course I like butterflies, do You?" "Oh yes, she says , I love butterflies"
"What about the sun?" "Oh yes, I love the sun too!"
I don't know if it was because she was my youngest but I cherished these conversations so much back then , I was learning after having three children to appreciate these sweet conversations because I saw how quickly the days were passing and how my time with my young children was fleeing.
This Sunday we will have to decide whether or not we should hand out saltine crackers.
And we'll be busy matching diaper bags with nametags and who is supposed to take a nap and whose hairclip got pulled out and which baby is the odor culprit and what toys were slobbered and need to be washed.
And there's potential in there for us to be outnumbered. And out maneuvered. And there have definitely been Sundays when all I've wanted was-- out.
As parents, we all want to build character and teach responsibility. One of the best methods of instilling character is through having a home chore system. Chores are necessary for enjoying a peaceful organized home, yet sometimes the battle of doing them seems to outweigh the wonderful results of completing them. I've found that when chore time is fun to do, both mom and children benefit.
Today I wanted to share 5 ways that our family has found to make doing chores fun:
