Aunt Marta
We were really busy this weekend, visiting relatives at the other side of the country. They have a little farm with pigs, sheep, hens, geese and little wineyard and a field full of corn.
We were actually invited to help with the vintage. But as we arrived the family and neighbours were hulling the corn. And gladly we joined the happy party. The older were telling stories from the past, explaining the games they played, then we all sang and laughed and the work was really fun.
Next day at the vintage my daughters were the youngest. But I let them work as we all did. We were cutting off the grapes, filling our buckets and transporting them to the press. And Anja and Tina helped all the way. Yes, they were much slower, but we had so much fun. They were very enthusiastic about the work and were asking questions, wondering how it’s made, and what next, and what about this and that… every step to the wine.
I was quite proud that they worked that well. And then think about it – do we make our work at home as fun as it is supposed to be? Do we allow our children to do the “grown-up” work? Do we let them work with the “dangerous” tools such as scissors and knifes?
What about cooperation among relatives and neighbours? Do our children sees it at home? At the county side they appreciate every help they can get. But we, in the cities, are closed in our flats or houses doing the chores alone, so no-one could see our dirt, unfinished businesses… Why don’t we invite our friends to do the lawn mowing together? Or vacuum-cleaning? I know, it’s silly, but nevertheless, why don’t we use our friends to help us even with the smaller tasks and have fun along the way? And party after that?
