I’ve been thinking about my dad today. I am one of three daughters – three daughters who were not shielded from doing some work around the house and yard. I remember climbing onto the roof to do clean out gutters, painting furniture, trimming bushes, planting trees, mowing the grass, ripping up old carpet to put in linoleum, laying cement pavers, and a myriad of other things that simply required our family pulling together. My parents didn’t pet us, they taught us how to do things for ourselves. I learned to cook simple meals, do laundry, sew, clean a house correctly, change a tire, change out old spark plugs, and deal with repairs on my own. They taught us to work together until the work was finished. And it felt good to be a part of the work and a part of a beautiful outcome.
Today my husband and I spent the day outdoors trimming bushes, raking, sweeping, and getting ready to mulch and plant for spring. I thought of my dad. He never treated me differently because I was a girl. His confidence taught me I was capable. My parents’ expectations taught me to rise to the challenge and get things done when they needed to be. It made me examine my own parenting. It reminded me that hard work is such a tremendously healthy thing – for mind, body, and soul. It helps families grow together. I think I feel a few projects coming on.
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