I was reading the blog about G-Force. I have to admit, I'm not a big movie person, and even less of a kids' movie fan. But one thing really struck me as I read this blog post - it only holds true for little kids. I don't really have a "little kid" anymore. Ro is still kind of little, he only weighs about 45 lbs, but he's almost 8-years-old. And Ri is nearly as tall as I am. But their height doesn't define their bigness for me, the degree to which they help care for the animals does.
This summer, we finally figured out that we can pay Ri to scoop the dog poop. Nobody likes scooping dog poop, but a ten-year-old will begrudgingly do it for cash.
Ro whines every time the dogs bark at the back door, but without fail he will go back there and let them out anyway. He also keeps a fairly close watch over their food dish, and will even refill it without being asked.
Life really does evolve as your children get older. I wouldn't say it gets easy, but it certainly gets to a point where they are ready to contribute to the work, rather than endlessly creating more of it for you. I can see now why farmers of old would have 10 kids, I would too if I had that many animals to take care of!
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