My mother warned me that parenting just gets harder as children become older.
“Enjoy them while they’re little,” she said after I’d suffered through another sleepless night of baby feeding and soothing. “Soon they’ll be getting into everything. At least now if you put them somewhere, they stay there.”
Gosh I hate it when she’s right.
My children are now six and five and they get into everything. Everything is a toy created for their enjoyment. And they have to be involved in everything. They want to help me cook and clean and make the beds. I know, I should be happy, but everything takes three times as long when they’re ‘helping’ me. And their latest obsession is on helping me in the kitchen.
I’ve always talked to my kids about cooking so I can teach them about healthy eating, so I’m not surprised they’re so interested in it. We food shop together and talk about what we’ll make with the foods we’ve chosen. Now, they want to help me cook and clean. So making dinner now takes hours thanks to their ‘help,’ and then after dinner they fight over ‘helping’ me clean the dinner dishes.
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Throughout the day I’ll find one or both of them up to their elbows in soap suds (did they use the entire bottle of dishwashing liquid) trying to scrub plates and cups that were already clean and dry, and standing in a swamp of water that has spilled over from the kitchen sink.
“Look Mum, we’re doing all the dishes so you can relax,” my six-year-old son says cheerfully.
“Yeah,” my five-year-old daughter confirms.