I set the kids' books on the table and printed a new "Chore Chart" for the fridge. They know what to do.
Madelyn needs to be nudged into action now and then ("Whatcha doin' Babe?"), but when she announced she would rather "work on her room" (a cleaning process that takes weeks and basically tidies one area while she plays in another), I shrugged, said, "OK."
Then I rolled out my yoga mat and minded my own business.
When Nathan spent more time pacing the kitchen than tackling math, I said nothing. I put out foam yoga blocks for him to use as stepping stones while he paced.
When he took his writing to the gym; when she asked to type up her story on Word, when he hauled out two weeks worth of laundry wrapped in blankets, I just nodded: Yes yes yes. Today was about trust. Trusting it will get done. Trusting in their timing.
|Using a stool to hold down the paper in late winter sunshine.|
Madelyn asked for some room on the hard floor, too. I suggested she go outside. Her eyes widened: "Yeah!"
Just as long as it gets done, do it in your 'jamas, do it on the patio, put it off until 3:19 PM. If you want to do two hours worth of work in six hours, so be it. It's about disciplining oneself, which for me--today--meant disciplining myself enough to let them go.
|Flexing and extending his phalanges on the kitchen floor.|