How did I come to this conclusion? How did I realize that I was reaching the borders of my dotage, preparing for the rocking chair and slippers? It came to me the other day when Rachel was talking about a job she gave to the kids. She had shown them how to load the dishwasher. This may seem like an innocent chore, simple enough to complete. Apparently not.
Each time I have tried to help out in the kitchen by loading the dishwasher my best efforts are met with a disapproving eye, and a quick re-arrangement. It's been so bad that I have totally given up even trying to help workout the exact jigsaw puzzle of cups, glasses, plates and bowls that will allow me to close the door and turn the machine on with her seal of approval.
So the day after Rachel showed the kids for the very first time , I came home to the happy announcement that Emma and Elisha had loaded the dishwasher. By themselves. And they had met the rigorous standards of organization which have baffled me time after time. When I mentioned this to Rachel she tried to comfort me. "It's not that they are smarter, they just listen to me better".
So I was right first time. My kids are smarter than me.
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Some people just don't belong in the kitchen! But the authority to delegate much needed chores around the house can come from either parent - and knowing how to actually accomplish that chore is not relevant, as long as you know that it will get done, you can sit back with pride knowing that your children are willing to take on bigger and bigger tasks to actually earn that huge allowance that you give them each week.
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