One thing that I am really and truly grateful is that my children really like to help out with household chores-- from laundry to sweeping to washing dishes. No, I'm serious. They literally cry and are heartbroken if they don't get to help. (Yah, I know. I'm hoping it sticks, too.)
That being said, my over-active-imagination Daniel woke up one night around midnight to potty and had a little trouble going back to sleep. He just kept getting out of bed to come down to tell me one more thing that was on his mind. You know, big stuff like making sure he remembers to brush his teeth before going to school, did I wash his favorite super heroes shirt. Just the usual stuff a 4-year-old should be worrying about. I was finally able to convince him to stay in bed (which I knew would then lead to him going back to sleep)...
By promising him that I would wait for him to help me wash the dishes.
All of them.
And I had to promise that I wouldn't wash any of them without him.
Whew... Sweet sleeping boy.
So what were the first words out of his mouth when he woke up the next morning?
"I'm ready to wash dishes, Mama!"
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Yes, his eyes are a little dazed.
Probably from lack of sleep at the anticipation of getting to wash dishes.
Then, naturally, what one does, the other has to do...
No, I am not quite sure what she's looking at... other than "not me"!
And, yes. My sweet ones DID wash all of those dishes. And, yes. It was such a precious time for me to get to just stand there with them-- laughing, giggling, teaching. God is so wise and kind to give me moments of "sigh-in-my-heart" happiness. Even if it means I lose a little sleep and get a little wet.
