Today I am grateful to have a six year old boy. Let me explain one reason why.
My husband has been really busy lately. He has not had time to get much done around the house and property. We got rid of the last of this years hogs a few weeks ago. I now have a freezer full of pork, which I am very thankful for. But there are a few jobs that need to be done to clean up after the hogs. One of them is cleaning out the hog pen.
You can imagine how fun this job is. I was really hoping that my husband would have time to get to it, but he hasn’t. I knew this job needed done, so I decided that my son and I would tackle it, or at least start the job, this morning. We needed to clean the “stuff” out of the pen, and I wanted to spread it on the garden to help fertilize it for next year. I decided that I would let my son skip math in order to help me. I thought it would be a good lesson in life and work. You know, tackling even the worse jobs. I was trying to put at least some school into this project. He needed a lesson in tackling the jobs we don’t like to do. We need to do those jobs as much as we need to do the ones we like. At least this is what I was trying to convince myself of. 🙂 It turns out my son did not need convincing or a lesson.
We got everything we needed for the job. I told my son to get a shovel and his wagon. I thought filling up his wagon would be a good idea. This way he could do a section all by himself. He got his stuff, including his work gloves, and we set off. I could tell right off that he thought this was going to be a fun “project”. But, I figured that would wear off soon, and guess what, it didn’t.
I was trying to “joyfully” clean out the hog pen. Let just say that I was struggling a little with this, especially after I had been at it for a while. As I was struggling with being “joyful,” my son starts to explain to me how sorry he felt for his sisters because they had to be inside doing math. Yes, he felt sorry for them. I tried to explain to him that they were quite happy to be inside doing math. He did not understand how they could be happy. He would much rather be outside cleaning the hog pen and spreading it on the garden than doing math. He would choose it over math anyday.
This amazed me. Here I was trying to teach him a lesson, and he was enjoying it. I am sure my girls would have helped me do this job, but it would have been with a lot of complaining. As they worked I am sure I would have heard: this smells, this is dirty, this is gross, and on and on. So, I am sure they were glad to get out of this job. My son on the other hand loved it. So much for the lesson on tackling jobs we do not like.
So, today I am thankful for a six year old boy, who loves jobs like cleaning out the hog pen. Aren’t boys great! He now has a new job, but sorry son, tomorrow we will be back to math.
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