Tag: Camp
Camp, Chores and My Memory
by Larry on Jan.06, 2009, under Family, Life, Things I Think
My kids are off to camp soon and it will be a relief to have them gone for a little while and give my wife and I a little break from being parents all the time 24/7. Don’t get me wrong it’s not that I don’t love my children I do I just sometimes get a little weary of being a parent all the time. I know my wife sometimes to the delivery even though she’s a full-time stay-at-home mom. It can be wearing when you have teenagers at home and the constant demands of guiding these young adults.
I’m glad the kids are going to because it gives them a break from being our kids for a little while they can get a different perspective on authority and besides they don’t have to do the chores. Speaking of chores, that is a major issue around our home. The kids have been taught from an early age to do chores every day. We felt like it would build a responsibility in them and train them to be disciplined at least to some degree.
When I was a child we had chores that we had to do every day, but I don’t remember it being such a problem getting my sister and I to do them. What I remember is that we pretty much did them without being told. But then again that was a long time ago and we all know how selective our memory can be. I probably need to talk to my mom and find out her recollection.
Another was one thing in particular that I didn’t especially like doing and that was mowing the yard. We had a big yard, about 5 acres, and even though we had a riding lawnmower I pretty much detested the thought that I was in have to spend about four hours riding that thing around. I have been told that my sister did more of that than I did but I’m not really sure how I got out of it I just don’t remember.
I suppose that’s part of growing up so, we remember what we want to do what serves our purposes and we tend to forget everything else. That way we can shape who we are what we are in a fashion that pleases us and is conducive to the goals and aspirations that we have as adults. I hope my kids someday remember the good parts and forget the bad ones because God knows I’m not the best parent in the world even though I have really good intentions.