Random Musings of One Tired Momma

My youngest daughter is 6 years old and she LOVES to help.

Help with laundry.

Help with dishes.

Help with the baby when we have my grandson during the day.

Help with the chores.

Help. Help. help.

And me? I truly do love that she is helpful, but sometimes the work goes much quicker when she’s not helping. Sometimes, the help is more hindrance than help. Sometimes, I’m in a rush and just need it done…like now. And my patience is very thin when it comes to being in a rush. I am not a hurrier by nature. I move at my own speed…not just physically, but emotionally and mentally as well. I mean, I will do what needs to be done when I’m good and ready.

As for my daughter, she wants to help right now all the time and she doesn’t accept the answer no.

Not when I’m in a rush.

Not when my patience of running thin.

No is just not in her vocabulary.

So, I am learning, rather than tell her no, to just let her help and suck it up.

Okay, so, if you read my blog, you know we live on a small farm. Not a money-making farm by any means, more for hobby. We also share the residence with my in-laws. My mother-in-law has chickens. I have goats, miniature horses, and rabbits.

Remember, my daughter likes to help.

The other day, she asked if she could collect the chicken eggs.

Well, I don’t much care for roosters. And there is a least one rooster in the group. The last time we had a rooster, that damn mean ass rooster chased my girls all over the place. That rooster has since disappeared. I’m not sure where it went, but I am leary with roosters now. Anywho, my daughter wanted to collect eggs. I didn’t really want to let her because (1) the rooster we have now – I’m not sure how it behaves yet, (2) grandpa enjoys collecting the eggs, and (3) I didn’t want her to break any. She kept asking and I kept saying now. But remember, no is not in her vocabulary. She was relentless.

Finally, I gave in.

And I am so glad I did. She did such a wonderful job and I am so proud of her. She put on gloves so she wouldn’t get pecked, she opened the door on the coop all by herself, she made sure all the chickens left the coop before going inside, she collected the eggs nicely, didn’t break a single one and ended her endeavor by washing the eggs.

And the positive side, collecting and washing eggs is considered a lesson in agriculture, so to speak so a little homeschool in there with it.

She’s my little country girl.