I was mowing my lawn this morning and remembering how much I hated yard work as a teen. I don’t mind it so much, now. I guess it’s a little different when it is your own yard. Being outside in the fresh air for a couple hours before I head to work helps relax me.
Of course, I had an older brother and he was put in charge of lawn mowing first. That gave me a couple of extra years off. I guess when your dad first tells you to start cutting the grass it is a sign that you are getting older, but the first indicator that you are growing up is when you see the lawn needs mowing and do it without being asked. That’s what being an adult is all about, seeing what needs to be done and doing it.
I don’t know why I took the initiative to do yard work without any prompting. It went against my naturally lazy instincts. I wasn’t perfect, however. My mom could never convince me to clean my room. Looking back, I realize that I should have been more cooperative, but I now make it a point to still have a messy room. I feel it would be downright insulting to my mother if I cleaned my room for my wife, but wouldn’t do it for her. I am very considerate that way.
But seriously, I have come to appreciate just how much my parents did for me and the fact that I could never repay them no matter how hard I tried. Come to think of it, My parents’ lawn needs mowing. I think I’ll let my older brother have the honors. I wouldn’t want to upset the natural order, after all.