Teaching my lil one the dignity of Labour
Little A had a habit of dropping her toys anywhere she pleased and being the slightly OCD character that I am I would promptly pick it up and put it in its place once she was done with it. As a toddler she watched me put things back and back then I did it because I would be the only one who would promptly trip and fall over such toy mines that littered all over my house floor. Surreptitiously she observed and slowly she started helping me not always though. Age 5 is a great age where the curious minds are eager to listen and respond in equal measure. I would regale her with stories of how we did quite a bit of the housework since we were three siblings. She seemed interested and therein began my slow but regular practice of getting her to dirty her hands, literally! The initiation began with small things mixing the sugar for the lemon juice or packing up after a frenzied day at play. Then began the slightly bigger things of cleaning up her room or making her bed. Slowly she notic
