Although I haven't joined in every week for the #52Stories project, I do want to participate as often as possible. This last week's prompt was: Who taught you how to work? What would you want your children and grandchildren to learn from your example?
My parents taught me to work. From a young age, I was included in family chores.
|Photo: Impish toddler me stands on a stool next to my mom in the kitchen and rolls out dough with my little rolling pin.|
|Photo: Me as a young child, standing in the doorway between our kitchen and utility room, looking over my shoulder with a broom in one hand and a dustpan in the other.|
|Photo: Me as a young child, vacuuming the living room rug with an old blue canister vacuum|
Work didn't just include normal, everyday chores. Work included big projects, too. We landscaped the front yard. We painted the exterior of the house. Then we moved on to a much bigger project: building a new house, and ridding the property of Scotch broom.
After the new house was framed, and the exterior walls and roof were up, we moved in and continued working. Lest you doubt me, I found a few photos for proof:
|Photo: High-school aged me, painting dresser drawers in the living room in front of a wall of insulation|
|Photo: Me dressed up for some long-forgotten reason|
|Photo: Table saws under the stairs in the living room. The piano now takes its place of honor in that exact spot.|
I'm thankful for hard work.
Who taught you to work?