Helping Hands

Bethanie has discovered the joy of being a little helper.  She insisted on helping Greg mow the lawn on Saturday and last night she discovered there were bubbles lots of bubbles in the sink after I washed dishes.  She stood on a stool for at least an hour while I finished cleaning the kitchen after a party we had last night.  I could hardly get her out of the bubbles when the kitchen was clean and I was ready to call it a night.  I suppose it is time that I let her help especially while she thinks it is fun.  After all that only last a short time.  Soon enough she will be a teenager who detests all the chores her mean parents make her do.  We know from experience where this is headed.  I remember Bailee always needing to go to the restroom when we started dishes after dinner and all the reminders to finish her to-do-list.  The reward came when she called from college thanking us for teaching her how to clean and to appreciate cleanliness.  Yes!  The headache of being a mean parent (slave driver) does pay off sooner or later.  So for now we will enjoy our little helping hands while she thinks all things new are fun.