Dear Boys,
I want you to know that I'm making this parenting thing up as I go along. I really have no idea what I'm doing. I'm pretty clueless, actually. After all, you didn't come with a manual--though sometimes I really wish you did! However, I know I want to give you my very best. I love you more than anything on earth and want to give you the childhood you deserve. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that you will turn into responsible and kind adults despite my many mistakes.
One of the characteristics that I admire most about your dad is that he is self-motivated and a hard worker. He grew up on a dairy farm; it was a natural place for him to learn work and responsibility. But we've chosen to live in a neighborhood. You dad and I have talked at length about how to instill a good work ethic in you boys. We've come up with a few ideas. I'm sure they'll change and evolve as time goes on, but so far, I like what I'm seeing!
First, I made a chore chart. Your old one fell off the wall and broke. But no matter, it was time for an update anyway. You've grown up quite a bit and are ready for some new tasks! I hot glued magnets to the backs of wide popsicle sticks. On the sticks are written various chores: make your bed, practice the ukulele, scrub the toilet, feed the dog, clean your bedroom, etc. I change them up every day. Each chore is worth either ten or fifteen cents. When you're done, you bring the stick from your board back to me in exchange for some money. I'm excited that this immediate reward system seems to be working!
But there's a catch. I also added some "chores" that have no monetary value--do something nice, play with Conrad--because I think there are some responsibilities that should just be done out of the goodness of your heart. And that's where yesterday's trip to the South Hills came in.
