Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Progress
With the advent of kindergarten, we've turned over a new leaf:
Max is doing chores.
Daily.
It began as his idea. We've had a magnetic chore chart for some time, but after anemic results the first few times we tried to use it, the idea was put in a holding pattern until a few more clouds of immaturity lifted.
A few days ago, Max remembered the chore chart. Asked that I get it down from the top shelf in the closet. Had me read over the more than dozen chore choices.
He decided on seven.
Among the finalists was "Pick Up Toys." I was elated.
Day One: all seven chores were completed with delight.
Day Two: seven chores were completed with zeal.
Day Three: six chores were completed with equanimity.
Day Four: Max balked at the idea of picking up toys.
"I don't have to put up these blocks. Boo got them out."
"Yes, and he's going to help, too. But you've got a job to do, so let's hop to it."
Max grabbed the robotic claw from his closet and began to pick up blocks one by one and deposit them in the box. With 200 blocks strewn across the floor, a long evening stretched before him.
"It's not fair. I didn't make this mess."
"I know, honey."
"Mom, now I know how you feel."
I think I actually hurt my face with my grin.
Max is doing chores.
Daily.
It began as his idea. We've had a magnetic chore chart for some time, but after anemic results the first few times we tried to use it, the idea was put in a holding pattern until a few more clouds of immaturity lifted.
A few days ago, Max remembered the chore chart. Asked that I get it down from the top shelf in the closet. Had me read over the more than dozen chore choices.
He decided on seven.
Among the finalists was "Pick Up Toys." I was elated.
Day One: all seven chores were completed with delight.
Day Two: seven chores were completed with zeal.
Day Three: six chores were completed with equanimity.
Day Four: Max balked at the idea of picking up toys.
"I don't have to put up these blocks. Boo got them out."
"Yes, and he's going to help, too. But you've got a job to do, so let's hop to it."
Max grabbed the robotic claw from his closet and began to pick up blocks one by one and deposit them in the box. With 200 blocks strewn across the floor, a long evening stretched before him.
"It's not fair. I didn't make this mess."
"I know, honey."
"Mom, now I know how you feel."
I think I actually hurt my face with my grin.
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