Family dynamics is a term used to describe how
families communicate and exist together. Every family has a distinct pattern of
relating to one another.
Part of family life is establishing house
rules. It’s important to keep the list of rules simple, limited in number and to use
positive “Do” rather than negative “Don’t” language. House rules might be something like “Be
kind to one another,” or “Respect others’ belongings”.
Those are good rules, but there is another
dynamic that helps the family function smoothly…chores. Life requires regular
work and children who are assigned chores learn responsibility as part of the
family.
Chores might need to be done every day, or
weekly and could include such things as loading the dishwasher or doing the laundry.
But there are a lot of other things that
need to be done in the home, not big enough to be called a chore, but are more
of a courtesy.
Did you ever read the comic strip For Better or For Worse? It was written by a woman named Lynn Johnston and chronicled the life and times of the fictional Patterson family.
The characters aged just like Lynn ’s family, from the
time it began in 1979 until it ended 29 years later. The comic strip is being
published in the newspaper once again, from the beginning.
The web site is www.fbofw.com . This is an interesting site; complete
with character profiles, an archive of cartoons and even a games section. If
you like a word search game, you really should try Word Roundup, it’s different
and fun.
Under the section titled Characters, I found
this quote from Elly Patterson, the comic strip Mom. “It’s okay to be human
while juggling life’s demands…even when your Super Woman t-shirt is in the
laundry.”
This was one of my favourite cartoons, the
mother ranting about how her family fails to do the simple things to help out around the house, such as putting a new roll of toilet paper in the holder when needed.
The cartoon gives other examples of
household ‘chores’ that cannot be assigned, but should be done when needed as a
courtesy to other family members. I wonder, did I have an Elly episode in the past
where I found myself sitting in the bathroom, sans toilet tissue. I think, as this cartoon has stayed in my memory, that I had numerous occasions where I felt as overwhelmed as Elly. Most mothers would agree, sometimes the Super Woman t-shirt let's you down.
There should be rules for those little jobs, like you empty it, you fill it.
There should be rules for those little jobs, like you empty it, you fill it.
In my husband’s family one of those unwritten rules
was to replace the bag of milk if you were the one to drink the last of the
quart in the plastic holder.
We know kids will always find a way to get
out of chores, and my husband and his brother were no different. Their trick,
to get out of replacing the bag of milk, was to leave just enough in the bottom
of the bag so they could claim the bag wasn’t empty.
Years later, the brothers lived a distance
apart and only saw each other at family events or at the summer cottage. I hate to
tell you how many times one brother would leave the milk bag near empty, just
to tease the other. It became an ongoing thing, a childhood memory they relived
as adults.
What can I say, boys will be boys.
I’m sure my brother would have some equally
silly stories about growing up with two sisters. Though I find that hard to
believe, I’m sure we were always courteous and polite.
Family dynamics. There may be moments of
drama, disappointment and disagreement, but hopefully, also a lifetime of love
and devotion.
It’s the stuff memories are made of, memories
that come to us out of the blue because of something we saw, or something we
did. Something like an empty toilet paper holder.
2 comments:
There's a funny thing about memories, I'm never quite sure if I actually remember the event or if I remember the stories of the event that had been told over the years.
One such event was the time I walked into the follow through of an older girl batting in softball and got my pumpkin split open. After the stitches I was back at home with a huge bandage over my eye and around my head.
My two older sisters shared a room and I had my own (which I'm sure didn't help my popularity with them). One of the most prized possessions in their room was a radio. I was never allowed to touch it.
But during my time convalescing they brought their radio in to my room for me to listen to (mind you, I still wasn't allowed to touch it).
What can I say. You can choose your friends, but you don't have a choice with family. They're yours.
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