I have a helper. He stands about three feet tall and thinks it's great fun to help Mommy unload the dishwasher. Of course, he really wants to help put everything away, but I limit him to things that he can reach their destinations, like plates and bowls and silverware. You'd think this would be so nice for me, right? I mean, doesn't every mom want someone to help her with chores? So, what's the problem?
He puts everything away one piece at a time. One. Piece. At. A. Time.
This is good because it means he's less likely to break something.
This is also really annoying because it means it takes at least twice as long (sometimes three times) to unload the dishwasher.
So, what do I do?
I encourage him to keep helping. Yes, it takes longer and runs a higher risk of having broken dishes, but let's be honest. I break dishes, too.
And, by allowing him to come help, he's learning. He learns where things go. He learns that it's good to help. He learns to ask for help if he can't reach something. He learns his limits (sort of).
And, it also serves as a reminder to me. To slow down. To remember that taking five extra minutes isn't that big of a deal in the long run. And that sometimes, I would do better to take things one at a time, too, instead of trying to pile everything on my shoulders at once.
Do you have helpers like mine? Do they force you to slow down and remember important things, too?
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