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Kid, load the dishwasher and build a little character while you’re at it

If one of these ever hung from your refrigerator, you might be a pretty good parent. And you get a gold star! (Photo by Mary-Frances Main via Flickr; used under Creative Commons license)

If one of these ever hung from your refrigerator, you might be a pretty good parent. And you get a gold star! (Photo by Mary-Frances Main via Flickr; used under Creative Commons license)

As a child, I knew my place in the world: second oldest of six siblings, student in Detroit Public Schools, refuse removal specialist at 6115 Penrod Street.

Not only did my father expect me to carry our household waste to the trash cans in the alley behind our house every evening, he expected me to do so without being “begged,” as he put it. Taking out the garbage, he told me, was my job, my responsibility, my contribution to the operation of the household that nurtured me. It was not, he insisted, too much to expect of me.

“Nobody has to remind me to go to work every morning,” he said.

I’m not saying I was flawless in my execution. Nor would I contend that, while trudging my 50-foot Trail of Tears between the back door and the alley, I never felt exploited, put upon, unappreciated, victimized, downtrodden or resentful. But the tiny seed of common sense taking root inside me restrained me from complaining too loudly. Even then, I knew my dad had a point. Furthermore, I was no Cinderella, slaving away while my siblings skated. Everybody in the family was expected to pitch in.

My wife and I reared our four kids the same way. Nobody got a free ride. There was a lawn to mow, leaves to rake, a supper table to set, floors to be swept and vacuumed. There was plenty of grunt labor to go around.

I thought of this when I read recently about a national study commissioned by Whirlpool, and cited in the Chicago Tribune, which revealed that, to a large extent, modern parents no longer expect their kids to perform chores. Researchers found that while 82 percent of American adults did household chores as children, only 28 percent expect the same of their own kids. That conclusion was based on a survey of 1,001 adults taken in mid-September.

Ironically today’s parents, according to the study, still believe chores are good for kids. Seventy-five percent said they believe chores teach kids responsibility and 63 percent said they think “important life lessons” arise from a child’s mandatory participation in household tasks.

As far as I could tell, the researchers offer no explanation for the trend away from chores, or for the disconnect between what parents believe and what they practice. Maybe it has something to do with the infamous overbooking of today’s kids into organized activities – the same phenomenon that crowds out the free time kids need to exercise their imaginations and initiative.

Or perhaps it’s the parents who are overtaxed, and are unwilling, or unable, to invest the time and energy it takes to teach their kids how to help out. In the beginning, it always takes more work to get “help” from a kid than to simply do the job in question. The payoff comes later.

Possibly today’s parents underestimate the capabilities of their kids, or associate chores with an underprivileged upbringing. Or maybe they’re too willing to take no or an answer.

I doubt that my father, in assigning me the garbage detail, thought much about life lessons, or character-building. He was just a man with his hands full and a belief that people should make themselves useful as soon as possible. Reluctantly or not, I helped him and, in the end, it helped me.

John Schneider wrote a daily column for the Lansing State Journal for 24 years, and is the author of “Waiting for Home: the Richard Prangley Story” and the play “Voice Mail.” His favorite part of brunch is the bloody Mary, which doesn’t affect his motivation to blog daily. The views and assertions of guest columnists do not necessarily reflect those of Bridge or The Center for Michigan.

3 comments from Bridge readers.Add mine!

  1. Erwin Haas

    “Giants walked upon the earth in those days.”

    (From someplace in the Old Testament.)

  2. LIsa Knowles

    I agree with you, John, that it’s the parents who are over-taxed and therefore do not have to take the time to teach their kids how to do things. We are so in trouble in a generation or two. Thanks for reaffirming my thoughts. My kids are cleaning up the kitchen as I type, and I feel good about that : )

    1. John Schneder

      Good for you, Lisa.

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