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A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words

September 6, 2016 - Stacey Sacco
See that picture to the right? Ignore the awkward angle from which a ten year old takes pictures. What a sweet moment, isn’t it? My little helper. She wants to do I what I do. She says she’s “helping.” Yes, it’s adorable.

However, this picture doesn’t tell the whole story. See that stool she’s standing on. It’s wooden and heavy. As she moved it where she wanted it, she slammed it down on my toes.

Just before this picture was taken, she dropped a whole handful of her brother’s Legos in the soapy water. It must be a new treatment for the disposal I haven’t heard of yet.

This picture doesn’t show that the front of both of our shirts are soaked because she doesn’t just pretend to wash dishes. She splashes the water all the way to ceiling. I thought the bathroom looked bad after she bathed. Post-dish-washing is an equally big disaster.

Not to mention that it has taken me half an hour to wash a small load of dishes. If, God forbid, I drop the sponge in the water, she snaps it up like her life depends on it. Ask her to get her shoes on and she’ll act like her legs are about to fall off her body, but give her a chance to steal the one thing I’m using and she turns into the Flash. I have to go through the whole routine of asking, begging, and bartering to get the sponge back after each dish I wash while she yells, “NO! ME!!!” over and over again.

Another favorite activity during dish washing time is to take a big handful of bubbles and smear them all over the just rinsed dishes. Or drip water down the front of the cabinets. Or throw some slimy surprise in the water when I’m not looking.

It’s times like this that I’m sure I’m too old to tired or irritable to have a two year old. Especially a two year old who is feisty and independent and determined. One who has carefully watched three older siblings master life skills that she wants to learn as well.

It’s times like this that I remember she is little for such a short period of time. That her beautiful green eyes and crazy blonde curls melt my heart because she actually loves me so much she wants to spend all of her time with me.

It’s times like this that I remember that two goes so fast and soon she will be ten and wondering when I will leave her alone. I remember that I’m supposed to be training her up and this is the way she learns. I remember I am her teacher and her model and sometimes I really suck at being patient, which is not a characteristic I wish to pass on to my children.

I like clean dishes in record time, but there are things more important. May this picture remind me.

 
 

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