I read Sandy Banks' article in the L.A. Times and had one thought: I'm screwed.
Everything she talks about, I'm doing. Everything. I am so screwed.
Here's the thing, and maybe you don't do this, I don't know. Maybe you haven't succumbed to the urge. What am I talking about? I'm talking about the urge some of us parents have to continue to do everything, all the cleaning, all the chores, all the everything, for our kids despite the fact that they've grown old enough to do some or all of that themselves. For whatever reason. In my house, it's for a number of reasons:
- My kids are only at my house part-time, and I rationalize that they'd rather spend their limited time with me playing and having fun than swabbing toilets.
- Playing on this, they complain and moan when I do ask them to do something.
- Which causes me to avoid asking.
- ad infinitum
- Plus, it's easier to do it myself. Sometimes.
But Sandy points out, and rightly so, that we're actually doing a disservice to our kids when we do this. We're not teaching them useful life skills, and more importantly, kids need to see that "taking care of the house is a collective responsibility." She gives several good tips in making the transition, s butome of which make my eyelids curl involuntarily, but I think if I really tried I could get past them. (Something about "patience," whatever that is.)