We have domestic help (Yes! We have a lovely, sober new lady!), so hardly ever do the kids have to make their own beds. Yes, they know to take their breakfast dishes to the kitchen (those 5 steps to the sink) and they can happily pour their own water from the convenient dispenser in the fridge. And yes, the kids can all feed themselves, dress themselves, cut their meat and brush their teeth.
But is it enough? I shamefully have to admit that Daniel wouldn’t be able to tie his shoelaces even if they magically almost tied themselves by way of fairy dust and glitter.
We make half-hearted attempts at getting them to clean up the playroom/their rooms. Etienne is way better at this than I am, I just close the door to the playroom and back away quietly.
We don’t really involve them in cooking and baking unless you count licking the bowl as helping and getting them to sniff and identify spices, something Daniel is really good at. This is not because they don’t want to, it’s because I hover over them spooning flour etc into the mixer because God Forbid they should make a mess. And it is infinitely harder to manage 3 helpers perched on the kitchen counter gleefully armed with spoons and flour then you might think.
But I digress.
I just often wonder about what type of people we are raising.
I wonder if we are spoon-feeding them all the answers to life or giving them the space to make their own mistakes.
I wonder if we invest enough of our own time in guiding and teaching or leaving it all up to others to do.
I wonder if we are tough enough with them.
Without sounding all Tiger-Mother-like of course.
What kind of adults do you think we are all raising? What chores do your kids have?
PS: Our new domestic lady definitely comes from a home where absolutely everything is done for the kids. She wants to dress them, feed them and carry them the whole time. I am horrified. I feel like a complete bitch asking her not to do too much for the kids.
PPS: Etienne left this morning on his Annual 5-Day Boys’ Trip. Otherwise known as my Annual 5-Days of Single Parenting. Fancy that. This morning went off well, let’s hope the we all make it to Sunday in one piece. I’m lining up friends and partners-in-wine as I’m writing.