Interestingly, we have never done "everything" for the boys. However, I am a stay at home mum, so doing the washing for the family kind of comes with the territory. They have been ironing their own school uniforms from 13, so I certainly don't do too much for them.
I certainly don't produce a "fine meal" every night. They know how to find things in the cupboard and fridge, but one is too lazy to do that and will chose a choc bikky every time (20 year old), so teaching a man to fish doesn't always work either.
And as I have said, they have done way more than most kids regarding pitching in with paintbrush in hand, or carting pavers, etc. So I don't want anybody to think we have pandered to "our little darlings".
Having said that, once they hit those teenage years, it all changes yet again. The 20 year old is lazy now, but has helped us tear down walls, and rebuild bathrooms, tile, paint etc all his life. My boys have grown up with a hammer in one hand and a crow bar in the other.
I suppose getting the washing done is really for "me". If I do it, it is not sitting around in a stinking pile waiting for them to run out of clothes and then have a mad scramble to fight for the machine. The older boys now have their own washing baskets in their rooms, so it sits there as long as they can stand it. They bring it out, and I do it, and in return I expect them to do things around the house, which mostly they do without too much grumbling.
I am trying my best to raise boys who know how to use all the "fun" appliances (stove, oven, microwave, washing machine, broom, mop) but sometimes it is harder said than done.
And don't be fooled by a helpful seven year old Marc
. I had three of those, and two of them have turned to the dark side once they hit puberty
. Just when you think you have your kids worked out, they change the rules on you. I have learned to be flexible.
I remember very well asking his grade two teacher why my perfectly placid, pleasant eight year old had started being a monster to his younger brothers. She said I was the ninth parent to ask this question in her class, and all were mothers of boys. I remember really well thinking, this cannot be my little sweet angel. How quickly I learned
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I don't mean to sound smug, but don't think you have seen anything yet
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