In a movement where I stopped calling it "My Kitchen," and "My House," it was time to stop saying, "My Responsibility."
I think I had it in my head that if it didn't get done, I needed to step in. But really, they needed to do it and make it their routine, and mom needed to stop stepping on their growth.
There is a meme going around that says if a kid can run an iPad, iPhone, and an X-box (which let's admit it, we ask our kids to teach us these things) then they can work a wash machine.
Thus it began. I made sure the laundry facilities were stocked and available. My eldest, with reminding, go his done. Kiddo number 2, the same. The three little guys needed about 4 more days of coaxing. (It's 100 degrees in Colorado right now and I had kids wearing sweatshirts and sweatpants...it was time.)
I have faith that this won't take long to embed. I, as a mother, am learning some limits on holding back my kids (and then getting mad about it.) I'll stand strong and keep doing my laundry. Perhaps in time, their wives and kids will reap the rewards of a man who knows how to do laundry and knows that its part of being a productive, shared household.
<3 Bernadette Marie <3