The demands on a father and mother can become overwhelming at times, so I am starting to take a closer look at what I do well and what needs improving. And It is for this reason that this post has come to pass.
“I am not Superman! I want my true identity back!” I told my daughters one day. I love my little girls with all my heart. It’s just that sometimes the expectations they have of me can be overwhelming at times. Emma, my oldest, has the most fascinating, creative spirit that a parent would ever want to see. She has an eye for fashion and a flair for the avant-garde. But when it comes to Emma picking up after herself, she doesn’t know the meaning of the concept! She leaves a wake of disaster behind from her creative projects for mom and dad to clean up after. My youngest is just the opposite. She’s daddy and mommy’s littler helper. But she’s a seven year old bag lady. That’s right, on any given day you’ll find five or six shopping bags, gifts bags or shoes boxes stuffed with her Polly Pockets and Barbie dolls along with their clothing and assorted accessories. And, not to mention, her purse collections all scattered throughout the house. It seems like a never ending battle to get them to do simple things like pick up after themselves or keep their things where they belong. I bet you moms and dads must know what I’m talking about … so how do we meet this challenge of parenting?
We need to teach our children responsibility at an early age and hold them accountable. I know it’s easier said then done and this has been a struggle for me and my wife also. But don’t allow yourself to get trapped into thinking that it is easier to do it yourself then it is to teach your children to do it. Reality is, we’d rather not face our children’s excuses, not to mention the tears that sometime follow their excuses. My oldest is great at deflecting her accountability. For example, I say, “Emma! Pick your clothes up off the floor and put them away.” She then counters with, “But Daddy, Ella has clothes on the floor too, what about hers?” Well before you know it, frustration sets in and I’m raising my voice. And the next thing you know I’m picking up her clothes and putting them away.