{"id":78,"date":"2009-04-27T13:52:00","date_gmt":"2009-04-27T13:52:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/magicalchildhood.wordpress.com\/2009\/04\/27\/the-importance-of-ick\/"},"modified":"2009-04-27T13:52:00","modified_gmt":"2009-04-27T13:52:00","slug":"the-importance-of-ick","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/magicalchildhood.com\/blog\/2009\/04\/27\/the-importance-of-ick\/","title":{"rendered":"The Importance of Ick"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-size:medium;\"><span style=\"color:rgb(0,0,255);\"><strong><em>I have come to the conclusion that my children&#8217;s lives are just too rosy.&nbsp;&nbsp;No wait &#8212; hear me out.&nbsp; This is deep.&nbsp; \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n<p>Today their fabulous father called from running errands to say that he was going to pick Jack and Victoria up in 3 minutes and take them to a nearby state park.&nbsp; I gave them the news and they promptly&#8230; complained.&nbsp; <\/p>\n<p>It was too cold outside.&nbsp; They didn&#8217;t want to.&nbsp; It sounded boring.&nbsp; Did they have to?<\/p>\n<p>I suggested they could take their cameras and do photo challenges, and then pick their favorite pictures to put up on a family Flickr page (sound familiar?).&nbsp; I said we could do themes for each day, like taking pictures of things that started with the letter C or from weird angles or finding beauty where others wouldn&#8217;t think to look.<\/p>\n<p>I got whines from one and scowls from the other.<\/p>\n<p>At that point I went into ranting mother mode, I&#8217;m afraid to say.&nbsp; I asked them if they had any idea how many children would love to &quot;have&quot; to go to a state park and play.&nbsp; I reminded them that they could be in school doing algebra!&nbsp; I informed them that they were spoiled by too much fun and didn&#8217;t know how good they had it.<\/p>\n<p>They ended up going, and I&#8217;m pretty sure Victoria really did like the idea of the photography assignment because she grabbed her camera up pretty quickly despite her scowls.&nbsp; When she came home, she even proudly showed me some pictures she took of deer she encountered in the woods.&nbsp; Jack came home all smiles, too, and Daryl told me that they frequently grumble about going anywhere and then they have a blast once they&#8217;re there.&nbsp; <\/p>\n<p>But I still think there&#8217;s something to the fact that we need to have the bad to appreciate the good.&nbsp; <\/p>\n<p>We need to get sick sometimes to appreciate feeling good again.<br \/>We need to have gray days to appreciate the sunny.<br \/>We need a little sadness to appreciate the happy times.<br \/>We need chores.&nbsp; We need drudgery.&nbsp; We even need failure sometimes and loss.<\/p>\n<p>My kids have all that, of course.&nbsp; I&#8217;m just beginning to think they need a bit more!<\/p>\n<p>Last night, the kids were bickering.&nbsp; I was busy wasting time on the computer and ignored it at first, and then I called out to them to dial it back.&nbsp; They kept at it and I finally had enough.&nbsp; <\/p>\n<p>I hollered out that Jack and Anna needed to clean with me for 15 minutes and I set the kitchen timer.&nbsp; Any whining or acting obnoxious about it and I&#8217;d add 5 minutes, I informed them.&nbsp; They dutifully (if not happily) followed me and I set to work giving them tasks to do.<\/p>\n<p>In the end, Anna earned an extra 5 minutes and Jack kept going after the timer beeped.&nbsp; He told me it was fun.&nbsp; By the time the 20 minuteswas up, Anna was glad to be able to go back upstairs and was in a surprisingly better mood.&nbsp; She thanked me for helping her cheer up (!!!!) and asked if they could all play again.&nbsp; I said they only could if they could get along, and they agreed.&nbsp; There wasn&#8217;t any more squabbling that night.&nbsp; And my downstairs looked much nicer!&nbsp; \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n<p>Now I don&#8217;t want to give the impression my children are ungrateful brats, because they&#8217;re really pretty nice little people.&nbsp; They thank me for making dinner and help out around the house and clean up ditches and make people lots of presents.&nbsp; They care about people and animals.&nbsp; They take care of their little brother.&nbsp; They do chores and give to charity.<\/p>\n<p>But I think perhaps there&#8217;s been a little too much free time and fun stuff, and a little too little rotten stuff to suffer through!&nbsp; I think our mothers and grandmothers may have been on to something when they said that stuff builds character.&nbsp; If nothing else, it builds gratitude when it all stops!<\/p>\n<p>So during the next few weeks I&#8217;m going to do a little experiment.&nbsp; We&#8217;re going to have more workbook pages and family cleaning sprees.&nbsp; We&#8217;re going to have more assigned chores and &#8230; whatever else that counts as drudgery that we do around here.&nbsp; I&#8217;m not that fluent in drudgery.&nbsp; You can tell by the state of my kitchen.<\/p>\n<p>We&#8217;ll still make sunbutter beards and play soccer and go to parks and do art together.&nbsp; We have three birthdays this week so there can&#8217;t be too much drudgery this week anyway.&nbsp; But I&#8217;ll add in a little more of the icky stuff on the off days.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s in the interest of science <br \/>and happy childhoods <br \/>and a cleaner kitchen.&nbsp; \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n<p>So where do you stand on the icky stuff?&nbsp; Can life be too good?&nbsp; Or have I gone to the dark side?&nbsp; <\/p>\n<p>Weigh in!<\/p>\n<p><\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I have come to the conclusion that my children&#8217;s lives are just too rosy.&nbsp;&nbsp;No wait &#8212; hear me out.&nbsp; This is deep.&nbsp; \ud83d\ude09 Today their fabulous father called from running errands to say that he was going to pick Jack and Victoria up in 3 minutes and take them to a nearby state park.&nbsp; I&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[59,75,77],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/magicalchildhood.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/78"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/magicalchildhood.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/magicalchildhood.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/magicalchildhood.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/magicalchildhood.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=78"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/magicalchildhood.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/78\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/magicalchildhood.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=78"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/magicalchildhood.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=78"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/magicalchildhood.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=78"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}