The other day, my 7 year old daughter came out of her bedroom and introduced herself as “Stevie”.
This has happened before. She has a rotating cast of characters that she inhabits from time to time.
These characters usually have a lot in common with my daughter, but with a slight twist. For instance, Stevie’s mom has a broken arm. I had a broken leg. Stevie’s brother is really into Super Mario. So is ZIbby’s brother. The characters love to expound on their backstory, which we always love to hear. Stevie was no different.
so zibby is firmly in character : she is “Stevie” who is unfailingly polite and sweet, came up to me and said she’d like to offer me some help.
She has now cleaned zibby’s room, the family room, and both the kitchen table and the craft table. and put clean silverware away from the dishwasher. SHe has offered to come back every week and be my housekeeper. I fed her a meatball sandwich and now she is going to clean my bedroom. Its awesome. She is awesome.
I want to also report that I have never once made a chore chart for her. She is not routinely coerced into chores.
Sometimes I ask for help and she says no or yes, and if she says No, I try really hard to keep myself from starting a guilt trip. I usually succeed. Sometimes I offer her money to do a specific job. Sometimes she says no to money, too. Its ok. Sometimes I hire another mom to come help me clean. Sometimes the cleaning has to wait. It all gets worked out somehow. At any rate, no chore charts. No chores. No allowance tied to chores.
And yet, Stevie showed up and basically straightened up the whole house. She did a really good job, too.Filed under daily life | Comments (2)