I am thankful that my boys love helping.
Some days they actually prefer chores to playing. Odd, I know. But they love being helpful. I think part of it is it gives them a sense of accomplishment and lots of praise.
And I love it because it actually is very helpful to me and it helps channel their energy into something productive.
Their favorite chores: unloading the utensils from the dishwasher basket, helping with laundry (even Ethan gets in on this), sweeping the floor with Daddy, cooking, and anything outside.
This morning, even in 48-degree weather, I bundled them up the two bigger boys for a morning of helping Daddy outside. Brad finally finished building the shed and now he was going to load it up. The boys were more than glad to help move items from the garage out back to the shed. I made muffins and fed everyone outside. (Well, everyone but Ethan. He got a ring-side seat at the sliding glass door while eating his breakfast and having a bottle in the nice warm house.)
Later Connor started saying, “I never ate…”
And Dylan jumped right in to finish his sentence, “muffins outside before!”
They loved it! They also loved raking leaves after breakfast. They only got a very small patch of leaves raked, but being outside and able to help just made their morning!
Oh sure, every now and then I’ll get a whiney (especially with laundry if they’re already playing in the playroom next to the laundry room), “Why do I have to help?” To which my response is, “If you want clean clothes, you have to help. It will only take a minute. Let’s see how fast you can get it done. Ready, GO!” And it works. Off they go. Helping is now made fun and the chores get done sooner when everyone pitches in.
So this morning, as the boys challenged what their little muscles could do as they carried or wheeled items down to the new shed, I was once again reminded how thankful I am to have such cheerful little helpers!