Choo-choo has been helping me with everything he can lately. He likes to carry the plates and cups to the dining room and clean up after meals. He excitedly asks to put away the boxes of cereal after breakfast. He even likes helping me carry the clean clothes into the front room to be folded.
I love when he is in a helpful mood. It is, of course, so much better than when he wants to rip everything apart or when he leaves crayon wrapper pieces everywhere.
Sometimes, though, his desire to be of assistance is greater than his knowledge of how to do it. Clothes end up thrown or scattered. He just emptied the full laundry baskets onto the chair though I didn’t want him to, all because he thought that was the way it should be. He never expected for me to think it was more organized the other way.
But that’s okay. I left the clothes where Choo-choo put them. We can fold them together later. I want him to bask in the joy of having done something right. Of having done something by himself. Of having been a big help to Mommy.