When I pulled out the clothes from the dryer, a wad of exhausted fiddle heads fell to the floor. Oh, right. I forgot the children had been stuffing their pockets with nature's bounty all week. Now, the carpet was sprinkled with bits and pieces of unrecognizable foliage. Today, after a week of exploring parks like we were allergic to being home, we had finally come to that awkward place of not having any clean underwear. When my daughter started complaining one of the boys was wearing her pink underwear, I knew today was home economics day!
The assembly line was formed. All hands on deck for sorting. Usually, Denzel fills the washing machine, adds the soap, turns it to the right cycle and transfers it to the dryer when washed and puts away his own clothes independently. But, today, I had them all washed and dried. We just needed to put away the giant mountain in the hall that we had all been pretending didn't exist. Jazlyn and G sorted their own socks and underwear and took turns running my clothing up the flight of stairs to my bed. The project went fast and then the vacuuming was next. Denzel does the main spaces, and the younger two take turns with the nozzle running it along the baseboards.
Many people ask me how our children learn. Often the question is directed at core subjects like reading, writing and arithmetic but I gather it is also a general sweeping question. Or, perhaps the answer is best delivered in broad strokes. To put it simply, and in much the same words of my latest read by Michelle Obama in her book Becoming, her mother said "I'm raising adults. I'm not raising babies". My children, well, they learn by living. In much the same way I didn't teach my daughter to crawl at 4 months, or walk at 9 months, I didn't teach my son to read. They learn by being free to explore their interests knowing that I am a guiding hand that can get memberships and drive them to places of their interest. I am simply a facilitator guiding them into the world of adulthood. They learn by participating in life. Which, today, means cleaning up. There were no squabbles, in fact I think they found it quite fun. And I appreciated their participation.
Bathrooms were cleaned, G's potty deep cleaned, more laundry started, and in no time, we were all finished. "Team work makes the dream work" my daughter chanted. May they never forget our family's mantra. The younger two quickly went back to play.
They insisted I bring out the paints and brushes while Denzel sat in the heavenly Shiatsu Massager that I bought for a friend (but i love it so much I don't think I can give it away- let's hope she isn't reading this).
This chair was from Facebook Market place and I loved it so much, I ordered another one on Amazon to be sent to my mother for Mother's Day. I hope she enjoys it as much as we all do.