By Andris Bear
I had an epiphany.
The same earth-shattering, life-changing, original epiphany every mother has at one time or another. I decided to teach my kids a lesson in responsibility, gratitude and what it means to be a member of a family.
Did you know there’s this amazing centrifugal force called M.O.M. and she does everything, all the time, with a smile on her face?
|Call me smiley.|
Apparently, children are born expecting servitude from this mythical creature.
Before we get to the particulars, you must understand this decision was beyond difficult for my not-so-inner control freak. I like things the way I like things and when expectations are not met, foaming at my mouth occurs. Seriously, think Cujo on two shaved (sometimes) legs.
So, what, exactly, did I do?
I’ve let my house go to the bears. Heh, heh. Toys rule the floor. Dishes rule the sink. And Laundry? Oh, you don’t have a clean shirt? Awww. Better turn that crumpled one on the floor inside out.
|Stink? You? Noooooo.|
Why do this? Certainly not because I'm into the demilitarized zone decorating style.
I’ve grown tired of picking up after little people—be it toys, clothes, schoolwork or dishes. If I trip over Barbie one more time, she’s getting a buzz cut. And those Geo Trax remote controls that like to go off in the middle of the night and make my sleep-deprived brain think a ghost is screeching, “Chug-a-chug-a-whoo-WHOO!”
|Going on the top of the pyre.|
Now I don’t want you leaving here with the impression my kids don’t have chores—they do, but I have to constantly stay on top of them to make sure said chores are done. And isn’t that just a pain in the rump? It’d be easier (and quicker, not to mention better done) if I just did it myself. But I refuse to allow my children to expect from others what they won't do for themselves.
So the lesson I’m attempting to teach my babes is that when we work together, support one another, things run smoothly. But when people don’t do their small part, the whole system falls into chaos and we all lose.
And the lesson they’re teaching me? Their will is stronger than mine.
Got any advice or tips for mama Bear? I could really use some.