Their Childhood Versus Mine

I need to record their reactions when I tell my children about my childhood. Seriously, they look at me like I have 3 heads.

Wash dishes *by hand*
Do all the laundry, including iron and put away
Change my brother's cloth diapers
Then wash them out
Babysit my baby brother without my mom around
Vacuum all rooms
Walk to school without an adult
Cook
No air conditioner
No cartoons on demand
No computer

My childhood was way different than their childhood is. It is just interesting to note the differences.  Time and technological advances changed so much.

Oh, they cannot fathom their nana spanking or screaming! She is a sweet lady with them filled with hugs and makeup.

I am thankful for my mom being strict. I am thankful she taught me how to take care of a home so it wasn't such a shock when I grew up and did it alone.

My kids have a list of chores to get done on a regular basis. They often grumble about it (as I did as a kid) but it is good for them to have some responsibility. Responsibility doesn't just magically appear when they turn 18 and leave home. It has be encouraged, nurtured, taught. Each family has their own way to trying to accomplish this. Each parent hopes they are choosing the right way for their children to grow into kind, responsible adults.

I hope they will realize one day just how much love and care we put into raising them. I hope they understand why we made them work hard at school and taught them how to take care of a home. I hope they see how much we worked on our marriage to make sure we provided a stable home for them. I hope we are modeling a decent marital relationship for them.

 

These four have my heart and I only want the absolute best for them.