Let me give a little bit of a disclaimer to start. I have really great boys. Yesterday, while I was taking care of a few things, Walker was playing with the baby on the bed, and Charlie was making everyone peanut butter and jelly sandwiches downstairs. They pull weeds and put away their own laundry. They ask to be excused from the dinner table. They still kiss me goodbye. They're fantastic.
I guess that since the majority of the time they are so well behaved and act way older than they actually are (5 and almost 4), I have really high expectations for them.
I try and give them opportunities to serve, I try and take them to serve with me, BUT I feel like there's a certain aspect that a lot of kids have where a lack of appreciation comes out every now and then. (The "I don't like this food" type thing makes my head SNAP.)
Our Primary presidency hosted a Pioneer Day Activity ^ this past Saturday, and it was perfectly timed. It was inspired, for sure, and the boys came back from it and said, "It. Was. Awesome!!!" They played games, learned how to make butter and wash their own clothes by hand, planted seeds to grow their own veggies. What a great day for them.
The activity opened up an ongoing conversation about how blessed we are to be living in a time and place where we have AC, food easily accessible, and mainly fun things on our daily agenda. ........and every time I get some back lash on something, I'm quick to remind them of that. (and myself, of course, when I'm feeling kinda squirrely that day.) :)