My newly turned nine year old has been bugging me to be allowed to mow the front lawn for a couple of years now. Until this year he really wasn’t tall enough or strong enough to maneuver the lawn mower. And definitely not old enough to make the nice, straight, criss-cross lines that please his father so. I think he believes the neat rows give the impression that the people who live in the house care about their home, in spite of what the multitude of brightly colored plastic toys strewn across the front yard might suggest.
Our unspoken rule of thumb regarding being ready for chores is that you know your child is old enough to do the chore when they no longer want to do it. This is why a 2 yr old wants to sweep the kitchen floor with every fiber of his being, a 5 yr old wants to wash dishes, and a 12 yr old will disappear into the bathroom for an hour after dinner hoping that some one else has done the chores before he comes out.
Last weekend we finally acquiesced and allowed him to mow the front lawn all by himself. I watched while he was doing it to make sure that he didn’t do anything completly crazy like run over the toys and wiffle balls in the yard. And when he was done had to admit that he did a great job.
He ran over to me afterward with a huge grin on his face.
“So, was it everything you hoped that it would be?” I asked.
“Yes! It was great! I Loved it!” he yelled.
My 13 year old son, former mower of the front lawn, laughed, “I used to love it too.”



