I used to dread hearing those familiar words from my dad: “Finish the job.” My version of tidying up involved sweeping a handful of popcorn kernels while mentally plotting my return to The A-Team. My dad, bless him, would come back again and again, determined that I would actually complete the task. I remember wishing he’d just give up and take the broom himself, but instead, he stayed persistent, insisting I finish what I started—correctly.
Now, as I watch my 8-year-old son, I see those same traits in him—the impatience, the half-hearted attempts at chores, and that dramatic flair when he sweeps, which honestly can only be described as “sarcastic sweeping.” Who knew that was a thing? If you’re 8 and trying to drag your feet on chores, it definitely is!
I’m convinced there’s a formula to this. The more I say, “Do a good job,” the less likely he is to actually do so. It’s almost like nagging guarantees the opposite outcome. I remember my dad’s exasperation as he tried to impart the wisdom of hard work. The more he emphasized its importance, the more I dug in my heels. “I’ll show you,” I thought, opting instead to do the bare minimum and make him regret asking me to do anything.
But, of course, he never let me off easily. His philosophy was simple: If you want to drag this out, we can keep at it until every last piece of popcorn is gone. And he always won. Eventually, I did come around, somewhere in middle school, I think. Maybe even later. I discovered the satisfaction of reflecting on a task well done. There’s truly nothing like that feeling of pride when you realize you nailed it. Suddenly, cleaning and homework became my jam.
In a twist of fate, I’m now trying to instill that same pride in my son. Every time he cleans up an area without prompting, I’m practically over the moon. I call my wife in to show her the evidence of his triumph and even share the news with friends, making sure he hears my praises.
But let’s be honest—most days, he’s still firmly in the “slacker” zone when it comes to chores. I’ve attempted to keep my reminders low-key and non-confrontational, saying things like, “You’re not done yet,” in hopes of lessening the tension.
I’ve chatted with other dads, and we’ve all noticed the same trend: kids seem to listen better to coaches or teachers than to their parents. It’s as if they are deaf to our lessons, rolling their eyes in response. I can see the stubborn streak in my boy; it’s even stronger than I had at his age. Yet, my approach remains unchanged. I’m here, ready to guide him until he figures it out. I even have a bowl of popcorn on standby.
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