Lila has recently taken an interest in helping me around the house. Let me just say after I got over my obsessive compulsive tendencies for everything to be perfect, it is a downright gift. She is a happy worker and I am so thankful for her helpful heart.
When we were at Sam A. Baker a few weeks ago, Sarah grated cheese using a cheese grater. Lila was in awe. She turned to me and said, "Do WE have one of THOSE?" I told her we did, but that I rarely had a reason to use it. I remembered when I was growing up my job on Taco night was to grate the cheese. I enjoyed it. So I told her next time we had tacos, she could grate the cheese. Of course we had to do that as soon as we got home. She liked grating the cheese but quickly told me that Sarah's grater was fancier than mine. Ha! I used to grate cheese all the time years ago instead of buying the pre-grated bags. After doing it this time, I decided I wanted to start grating my own cheese again. I know it's healthier and it just tastes better.
One day when Lila was home, I was folding laundry and she asked if she could help. Now for those of you that know me well, you know that I love me some laundry. And I'm pretty protective of it. So my kids live in one of those lucky houses where the mother has trouble giving up control of the laundry. Score for them.I told her that I was so thankful she had asked to help, but that we would find something else for her to do. I needed to empty the dishwasher so I set her to work doing that. She emptied every dish, fork, spoon and cup. And dried the stuff that needed drying. And put it all away. If she couldn't reach the place where it went, she left it on the counter. It was blissful. Truly.
My happy helper!