I decided to finally change sheets this morning--it's time for cozy flannel on the big bed :-) It's actually only been 2 weeks since there were clean sheets on
my bed, but I'm not really sure how long it's been for the boys--their sheets didn't stand up on their own or anything when I removed them, so not
too terribly long.
All of the boys I gave birth to were in the shower when I went in to ask the younger two which sheets they would like on their beds. After ascertaining that Logo would like sports, and Bubby would like Cars, I was walking away to dutifully pull out said sheets and apply them to said beds, when I overheard my first-born comment to his brother (insert your best pre-teen angst/drama here), "oh, I am
soooo glad I don't have to deal with
that." Pausing, I heard MC echo my thoughts, asking, "what do you mean?" "Well," Code-man replied, "
I get to change my
own sheets, so
I get to decide when and how
I want to do it."
That sure put a smile on my face, to hear my
little growing-up boy taking responsibility for one little task that needs to be done. See, that's the goal, really: to take these helpless, vulnerable creatures, and turn them into independent, self-sufficient, self-sustaining citizens. This small step forward is a victory along that path to adulthood. I, personally, don't think it's a such horrible hardship to have to decide which sheets to put on my bed, especially if someone else is going to be doing the put-ing, but I'm happy to have relieved Code-man of this perceived burden. I'm wondering if I should
let him do his own laundry, too? Make supper? The possibilities...
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