I found myself in an interesting position this summer. I had been working for the last two summers on my collaborative writing with my business partner and friend. In an effort to keep my schedule open to fit with his, so that we could get work done, I found that I had missed two years worth of work in my yard and flowers. This was the year it really caught up with me. The yard was a mess and flowers that had been planted three years ago were fighting with the weeds to survive. It was time to take charge.
I found my inspiration when my seven year old grandson approached me to see if there were any jobs he could do that would help him earn some money. He really comes by his entrepreneurship naturally. His father, my son, had a checking account at the age of nine and was always looking for ways to earn extra money. As he got a little older, he took on two paper routes in order to have a bit of the paper for his pocket.
I told my grandson that I certainly thought he could help me plant some plants and perhaps be on hand every couple of days to help me water the new plants and the planters that would always need watering. He said that he could do that and was ready to start that very day.
My other grandson, smelled the smell of money and asked if he too could work. He is now eleven and had made brief efforts at the beginning of summer for the last two or three years to offer his help, but it never quite materialized. I am not sure whether that was my fault or his, so we will just agree that the time was not right. This year, it appears, that the time is right. He has proven to be an excellent worker.
I now have two super helpers and four helping hands. It is a pleasurable time for us all. I look forward to their help, even though I sometimes get a bit tired and cross. They forgive me, I guess, since they keep coming back. They have added to their stash of money for
Pokemon cards or whatever they see that they want. I am getting help planting, weeding, mulching, and watering my flowers. The yard is taking shape and there is an added benefit. My grandchildren and I are making memories that no amount of money could ever give us. One day in the, hopefully distant future, I can imagine one of them saying, “Remember when we were at Nana’s and...........”
Something To Ponder