My Little Helper

I've often thought I would have liked to live during the era of servants. How nice would it be to call for my butler to bring me my lunch or have my maid tidy my closet after a whirl-wind morning.

And then I remember, something I had put out of my mind . . .

I don't have to do this all myself. Growing up, I had to make my bed every morning. My mom never made my bed, like I do Charity's nearly daily. I grew so weary of this chore, I would often sleep on top of the blankets to make my morning task easier. So I shared this information with Charity, when I told her I wanted her to start making her bed each morning.

She asked me why I didn't make mine (oops . . . . hypocrite!) But I explained that I make hers and I had made mine fore many, many years.

I never thought much of our conversation and we quickly readied for school and headed downstairs to resume our morning's schedule.

But here's what I found later today upon entering Charity's room!!
I was so proud of her. She even folded her little jammies as I asked. No, it's not the neatest it could be, but it is her first morning of doing it. I even resisted the urge to straighten it up, it's perfect! She'll be a pro before too long and hopefully I continue to push her to do this each morning. Besides a little chore never hurt anyone . . . or did it? My bed's still not made today . . .