Who, as a mother, doesn’t feel like the little red hen at times? Asking (if not begging) for help from the children, around the house or in the kitchen. Only to realize that the kids have suffered temporary deafness. But magically, as soon as they hear the timer ring on the oven they come rushing. I think this syndrome plagues most homes of all ages and abilities.
And as tiring as it is, I believe teaching children the need to contribute in order to receive reward is valuable and necessary. I’m sure I’ll spend a lifetime trying to shovel that knowledge down their throats!
Bennett learned of the Little Red Hen story recently. He came home with proof that he was a helper and he was proud of his work. So proud that he tripped and dropped the whole loaf on the driveway and still picked it up and took a bite right out of the center.
He was quick to point out that this was his loaf and he worked hard…But he still shared with me.