This week G told me that his church clothes were wrinkled. They had sat in a laundry basket too long and yes, they were wrinkled. I told him I'd teach him to iron them. He reminded me a few times but finally this morning we got out the ironing board and learned to iron. I ironed one half of the pants, then he did the other leg. Next the shirt, I did one sleeve, then he did the other. I ironed one side of the front, then flipped it over and he did the other. He accidentally made a crease in the other side so we had to bust out the steam power. He ironed the back himself and then the shoulders.
There have been many times in the past when G's church clothes were wrinkled from being left on the floor in his closet all week. I'm glad I didn't get too stressed. And I'm super glad that at 12 he decided to care enough to remind me repeatedly that it needed to be done. And I'm very glad that I took the time to teach him. I wouldn't plan to let him do it…
G wen to a summer camp in Rochester, NY all by himself. I put him on a plane and he went. I'm so glad he's very confident and independent. On the way to camp he flew as an unaccompanied minor which was a relief when a 1 hour delay at LAX became a 4 hour delay... He will have to add more detail to what he did at camp. I do know he built a computer and it got shipped to the house. Nice!
P has taught G to mow the lawn. I asked him today if he would mow the rest of the lawn and he just got up and put on his socks and shoes with a perky "OK mom!" P went out periodically to tell G to come in and drink some water. When G came in the last time he said "Lawnmower's out of gas." I gave him an ice cream cone. What a great kid.