Do you have the worst chores to do at home? Do your parents leave long lists of things for you to get done?
Is there anything you can do besides complain and refuse?
I’ve done some K.P. (kitchen patrol) and G.D. (garbage detail) in my day, so I know it is not very fun or exciting. If you cannot get out of it (I never could!) the only other decent choice is to learn to be good at them. If you really want to shock your rents, do little things like picking up and tidying, putting away the clean dishes, and make your bed … without being asked.
Learning to like your chores is not crazy talk, I promise. It is about accepting the fact that we need to work. It is about learning how to work. It’s about contributing to the family as a whole and later in life it is about contributing to community as a whole. It is also about doing things for the right reasons with the right heart. It comes down to our attitude and the way we look at life. It is about doing things for God, like Ephesians 6:7 says, “Work with enthusiasm, as though you were working for the Lord rather than for people.”
Doing your best in the little things is the way to get ready for bigger and better things in life.
When I was younger, I would so often fight the things in life that had to be done. I would procrastinate, complain, carry on a subtle tantrum (or a loud tantrum, I’m sorry mom and dad!) or even try to bribe a brother to do them for me. Once we learn to accept that chores and working are a part of life, the better off we are and the better life is. There comes a time when we even enjoy work and getting jobs done. It can be gratifying. This is not crazy talk again, I swear! It is at the beginning of a job that it seems boring and unimportant, but by the end of doing a task or assignment, the momentum carries you along on a natural feel-good attitude that you are capable, you are dependable.
I learned the hard way.
Once, many years ago, I complained and whined about having to clean the bathroom, I didn’t want to touch the toilet scrubber. My dad handed me a tooth brush.
My point is, don’t complain. It could always be worse.