Lynn's Comments: I never learned this until my kids were grown: never tell them something is "fun" if they don't want to do it. Say it will be "satisfying" perhaps. Say it will be a "relief" when it's over- these things make sense. The things that made me get down to work (when I was not in the mood) were threats, bribes and coercion. Then, when I had no choice but to do whatever it was I had to do...I sometimes actually enjoyed it.
Lynn's Comments: Vancouverites always have an umbrella somewhere handy - ready to use at a moment's notice. My folks had a stand in the front hall full of them. We used them as swords, canes, and crutches. We filled them with water and we let the wind blow them inside out. I was always surprised by how much abuse they could take and still do the job. Much like mothers, umbrellas are always there when you need them!
Lynn's Comments: The other day I watched a young mother guiding her son around the grocery store. She was letting him do all the shopping. She asked him what ingredients he would buy if he was going to make chili and what would make a nice salad. The child was about four years old and right into the project. This was a shopping trip just for him. He had to think about what he was buying and why. He was told about the cost, how one kind of bathroom tissue might be a better value for the family than another. He made decisions about desserts and treats and whether one kind of bread would be more nutritious than another. I was so impressed with this young woman's insight, patience, and ingenuity that I had to compliment her. She just said, "He was interested, so I thought it was time." As I watched her continue to the checkout counter, I wished I'd had her good sense when I was shepherding my little ones!
Lynn's Comments: Again, this really happened. When my first husband and I left our wedding reception, we found that his friends had stuffed our car with newspaper. Balls of it were tightly jammed everywhere. Before we could get in, we had to remove it all and find a place to put it. Our hands were filthy and our mood was mean. What we didn't expect was that the dust from the newsprint was everywhere, and when we got out of the car, my white wedding outfit was covered in it. Maybe they thought the prank was funny, but to this day, I'd still like to tell off the guys who did it!
Lynn's Comments: Yes, a good story has to have a beginning, a middle, and an end. Returning to the dumpster seemed like the perfect way to wrap this one up.