I had the distinct privilege of growing up in a family where we were taught that no job was beneath us and where we were all expected to pitch in. Each of us had a role but we were also expected to be observant…and helpful.
Sounds like a good formula for our practices, don’t you think?
I remember very clearly the day that I chose to push my toys and dirty clothes to my brother’s side of the room rather than picking them up myself. Upon discovery, my father did something quite interesting. No yelling, no screaming, and no loss of privileges. What he did made a far greater impression than any of that.
He calmly sat me up on the bed and proceeded to clean up not only my stuff but my brother’s stuff too. I was not allowed to help. We proceeded to the kitchen, where once again my job was to watch as he cheerfully cleaned the table, the countertops, and even the kitchen floor. By now, I could hardly stand it, I wanted to help so badly.
To this day, it is second nature for me to pitch in and help. It is just what I do. Can you see where I am going with this story?