Haylee and Kinsey bounced into my house to show me their renderings of playdoh artwork. They wanted me to choose whose was best. Yeah. Like grandmothers and mothers want to instill self-worth in one child by destroying it in the other. I was able to quell their appetites for a winning approval by telling them I am eclectic and love each rendition for its own distinguishing treatment of the art medium chosen. Unh, hunh. I did. However, there comes a time when we must distinguish between ones work and place value upon ones efforts; don't you think?
Kinsey and Haylee wanted to earn some money to buy some new dolls. Haylee offered to dust, and even do laundry. Goodness, she's only seven! I told Haylee if she would vacuum my 8 by 10 rug, I'd give her a dollar. Kinsey wanted to make a dollar too, so I told her to clear the floor and put away the books, before Haylee vacuumed. Kinsey balked a bit because Haylee wasn't helping her pick up the three items on the floor. I patiently explained how Haylee was doing her part for her dollar by vacuuming the floor. They completed that task and wanted another. So, I told them I want them to sweep my porch each day. Haylee agreed immediately. Kinsey balked again. "I don't wanna sweep the porch." I chuckled and said, "Okay, then Haylee can do it and she will get the dollar." Kinsey whined, "but I wanna dollar, too. I wanna get a doll, too." I said, "then you will work like Haylee does so you can get your doll." Kinsey whimpered, "I want the money, but I don't want to work for it."
Why should Haylee vacuum my rug and take my small bags of trash to the dumpster each day to earn money, if I give Kinsey the same amount for doing nothing? Kinsey is five and can't quite grasp the compensation-for-services-rendered concept. But Haylee is seven; she's well acquainted with math. It wouldn't take her long to add up that her twenty times one does not make forty to be shared with her little sister who chooses to do nothing. Fair is fair, after all, isn't it? Perhaps not.
I saw a photo this week of President Obama sitting in front of a child who'd built a very high tower with Lego blocks. Beneath Obama's awed expression was a caption of the president's exultation: "Wow, it looks like you've been working really hard here. Now, I'm just going to take away some of your legos and pass them out to kids who have been napping all day." What an illustration of our president's ideology and work ethic! Friends, reduction of another's efforts, and taking away well-earned praise and reward, does not instill production; it destroys production and annilates motivation. It robs a legitimate worker of the desire to work. Why build if someone is going to take off half your building and give it to someone else? Why paint, or sculpt, or create anything if everyone is going to get the same reward for less than the best effort? If no one is a winner or no work is superior to anothers, why bother building a resume?
Oh my. I think Obama has somehow infiltrated the mind of my grandchild. Stop the presses. How did he get into my home-schooled grandchild's head? I looked up and realized my television had the POTUS making a speech in Cushing, Oklahoma. That's it. No more television in this house when the grandchildren are about. What is crammed into the brains of my grandchildren will eventually develop into full-grown tumors of socialism before they're old enough to vote. Here, our president was taking credit for an unfinished pipeline that did nothing. He stands in front of his teleprompter taking credit for constructing half a pipeline which can do nothing without the upper pipeline, and for which he has done nothing to promote, and done everything to block. How's a grandma suppose to teach a child to do her fair share with that kind of example? I ask you, how?