We had some tremendous upheaval here at the house a couple
weeks ago.
The maid quit.
Just like that. No
two week notice or anything.
She was gathering up dirty dishes off of the table, picking
up toys off the floor, listening to the sound of the kids playing upstairs, and
she just quit. Called all the kids into
the living room and announced it right then.
“Guess what, kids, the maid is quitting.”
“What maid?”
“The one you call ‘Mom.’
That maid. No more cleaning up
your dirty dishes or doing all the housework myself. I quit.”
“But, Mom, that’s your job!!”
“No, my precious children, it’s not. I’m pretty certain that God has given me
talents and priorities that don’t involve spending all of my time picking up
after you.”
See, downsizing and simplifying our lives had an unintended
consequence: It is technically possible for me to keep up with all of the
housecleaning by myself. It takes pretty
much all of my available time, but it is
possible. And that’s what I had been
doing since we moved in. The kids needed
a break from the stress of having a house on the market followed by a big move,
so I took over the things that they would normally do around the house.
After a while, I found myself a little resentful of the
attitudes they were developing. The
fewer chores they had, the more they whined about them. They were feeling entitled to any service
that they thought I should be performing for them at any given time. And when I started to think, as a friend of
mine said, that I should just wear a t-shirt that said “STAFF” on the front, I
asked myself, “Now whose fault is that?”
I’m the one who’s responsible to set the chores in our
home. A good manager delegates. A good mom wants to see her kids develop
diligence and a strong work ethic. Human
beings aren’t known for working hard without at least a little shove in the
right direction. We’d all rather play
than work.
So we had to get back on track. There was some grumbling to begin with, but
we’re starting to get into a routine.
The chore chart, revised to reflect the new house, went back up and I
reinstated the “no whining about chores” rule.
I included the kids in the process so that they’d have some ownership in
it. And, yes, I pay for chores. I’ve found that having monetary incentive
gives me the leverage I need to make sure the stuff actually gets done. With no whining. (I really hate whining.)
It’s impressive, actually, how much kids can do if you just
expect it of them. Carsten, at five,
keeps up with the big kids at chore time.
I try hard to cultivate a team mentality when it comes to
chores. We’re all in this together. It’s our house. It’s our responsibility. I think it’s important for kids to understand
that they have a role to play. It gives
them a sense of worth and purpose. They
may not always like their jobs, but they’re learning the sense of
accomplishment that comes from diving in and doing it anyway.
I’ll be honest. There
are days- many days- where it would be a lot easier to do it myself. I could “do everything around here” and then
complain to my friends about it. I
wouldn’t have to spend time convincing a three year old that he is indeed
capable of putting ALL of the toys in the bin.
I wouldn’t have to mete out consequences for whining. And the house might be just a tad cleaner.
One of my friends teaches a (really fantastic) workshop called“Managers Not Martyrs.” It’s all about
the importance of being a good manager of the home. Her title is more spiritual than “The Maid
Quits” but it’s the same concept. It’s a
parent’s job not to do everything for our kids, but to train our children to
work and do things well.
It’s harder to teach that than it used to be. We like to read aloud and listen to
audiobooks, and my children and I are continually impressed by how HARD kids
used to work. The Little House books and
the Little Britches series are great examples.
Those kids milked cows, churned butter, helped build things, plowed
fields, pitched hay. It’s amazing.
We’re blessed to live a life of convenience and comfort, but
it’s important to remember that what our kids do today will shape their expectations
of the future.
When they move out on their own, I’m pretty certain there
won’t be a maid.