Being the mother of two girls is incomparable happiness! But also a big responsibility. Indeed, it depends solely on me how they will form all the makings of helpers, future housewives, wives, mothers. Today I want to reflect on such a concept as hard work.
How it all began
I must confess that I used to always try to protect my girls from all the household troubles. And – as much as possible. First of all, I was sorry, because they were still small. And secondly, even if it was an ordinary cleaning in their room, after several unsuccessful appeals it was much easier for me to remove the toys, and most importantly, to do it faster myself than to wait for my daughters to help me.
The reason – the eternal lack of time allocated for the same cleaning. After all, it is so little, but you still need to have time to eat and cook, and take a walk with them on the street, and … Well, by the way, like everyone.
Then somehow it came to the point that for the same period of the planned cleaning I began to practice staying at home alone, and sending the girls with my dad for a walk or shopping. Nobody bothers me, no one jerks me, I calmly and quickly do everything I wanted.
And so – I cleaned. Houses are clean, tidy, things are all folded, toys are in their places … The children returned, had lunch, and within an hour the same picture in the nursery was all scattered, everything was lying around … Well, all right, the children need to do something. But when they from one room, leaving a mess, move to another to do the same, I don’t keep quiet, please remove.
It is clear that they do not want. I hurt, but I spent so much time and effort on cleaning. I’m trying to explain it to them. And here their answer struck me: And when did you clean? We have not seen.
And then I realized how wrong I was, in an eternal rush and bustle I did not notice the elementary. The children did not see what I cleaned, which means I did not clean it either. The order itself came from somewhere … Accordingly, if you scatter everything again, then it will automatically take its place again.
And I understood that everything had to be done in order for the children to learn to appreciate work. And someone, and your own. And for this you need to attract them to the household chores, to the household worries.
Over time, she began to notice that the youngest was crazy about my culinary experiences, especially with the dough. At first it was like that — she ran up, put her hand in a bowl of flour, scattered a little, turned something over, poured it somewhere.
But now, after I gently and persistently, and most importantly – slowly, persuaded her to remove after herself, the next time she already climbed to the flour more carefully and carefully.
And in the future, all our joint culinary experiments were already without any incidents. The girl began to realize that she had already cleaned, wiped something and soiled again, well, she did not feel like it at all.
So, gradually, we learned together to do housework together, distributing tasks due to the capabilities of each and even periodically involving the father in this process.
Someone watering the flowers, someone washes the dishes, someone with a vacuum cleaner practicing. By the way, with this tool we can more and more often catch the youngest assistant – Tanya. As Dasha says: She is the tallest one, which means she is better on the floor than we can see!
Now, before the naughty kids, they will think 10 times that it was they who folded something and washed it somewhere. And that means – they already value time and the forces spent by them.
And the most important thing is that how much easier it became for me. And free time is now much more for both myself and the children with her husband.
How do you teach children to value work?