When my mom sent me to pre-kindergarten, she was shocked at how much the teachers had the four-year-olds do. It changed her philosophy. No longer did she pick up our toys. No longer did she dress us. No longer did she helps on and off with our coats. She was a liberated woman.
Since she’s a convert, she’s forever telling me what my boys should be doing. But I, like so many other moms, find it easier to just do it because it’s faster. Oh, Evan, take off the underwear off your head and give it to me. Now step in.
Of course, it is high time Evan started doing things on his own. No matter how much longer it takes. Even if getting dressed is now a whole half an hour affair. (Thank God, we couldn’t get him into the morning class.) No, you can’t wear pants today; it’s a 102. You know very well both legs are in the same whole.
I reorganized his chore chart and decided that it was time to make sure Evan did these things on his own instead of reminding me to brush Evan’s teeth. (I know. I’m a bad mom.) I also made Sean one, so that I would remember to brush his teeth too. (Yeah, I know.)
Now Evan will brush his teeth, wash his face, comb his hair, actually putting on his clothes, and making his bed without any help from me. Ok, with some minor help. He’s supposed to do this between breakfast and playing. Once Mommy has declared it time to get ready for the day, no more playing until it’s done. No leaving the bedroom until it’s done. No kung fu fighting on the bed until it is done. I don’t care if Ti Lung doesn’t wear a shirt you have to.
I started it last week with touch and go success, but they had enough stars for a treat, but I forgot all about it. So today I showed Evan his new chart with the added bed making, since I forgot last week, and I told Evan if he completes all his chores and gets all his stars, I would take him out for ice cream.
Not only will my mornings begin to run smoother. (Stop chuckling; it could happen.) But now I get to go out for ice cream on Saturday. Win-win.