When this young man grows up and leaves home (sob) he will be able to look after himself.
He will be able to cook. He won’t have to race around the supermarket buying up everything in a tin. Or live on take out. He knows the value of a home-cooked meal.
He will be able to iron a shirt and hang a shelf with ease.
He already walks the dog, makes his bed, puts away his ironing, puts a wash on in the washing machine, cleans his own rugby boots.
And he can chop wood for the fire.
He’s not earning his keep, he’s learning how to be a grown up.
As far as I’m concerned household chores are a no-brainer for kids. Sure they need to play and do their homework and ‘be kids’. But they also need to learn vital skills, appreciate the home they grow up in and learn responsibility.
The day his granddad taught him how to handle an axe, he was buzzing about it for weeks.
Like the responsibility and trust we put in him made him grow 5 inches.
I think he plays rugby just that little bit more passionately because he put the effort into scrubbing the mud off his boots.
Now all that is left is to teach him how to make a proper cup of tea – a mummy cup of tea – and my work here will be done.