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The child of the day gets first choice for everything we have one of or have a favorite of. She gets first dibs on the princess bowl at breakfast, the seat next to Mama at church, the bedroom slept in at naptime, the book on cd played at bedtime.
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The child of the day gets first turn. I read the book she's chosen first at storytime. She gets to look at our morning devotional picture first. She gets to play on the computer first.
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The child of the day is my particular helper in the kitchen. I'm trying to include her at least once every day in preparing a meal. She gets to cut up the lettuce for our tacos. She gets to stir the muffin batter. She gets to crack the eggs into the bowl. Someway, somehow, I try to find at least one activity for the child of the day to do in preparing our food.
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The child of the day could potentially be a particular helper in other ways too, not always to her advantage. She could someday be the one who has to take out the trash, or who has to run errands or switch laundry from washer to dryer. But then, it will only be for that day: tomorrow she'll be relieved of the extra duties as her sister takes over. She knows that the disadvantages are hers only for today and they won't return for another two days.
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When one daughter wants to protest the advantages her sister has on her days, it's easy to point out that those same advantages will be hers again tomorrow. Both girls understand this clearly so their rare complaints are quickly resolved without resentment. This has worked so marvelously well for us that I would keep this system even if we had a dozen more children and they had to wait two weeks to be the child of the day again. And if I had 7 children, to avoid a particularly disadvantageous day being pegged to one individual and maintain a rotation, I would make Sundays "parents day".
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Linked to Works for Me Wednesday and Simple Lives Thursday
Great idea! I like the idea that both good and bad things can go with being child of the day.
ReplyDeleteI remember when my brother and I were frequently arguing over who got to sit in the front seat (pre-airbag era) and my mom refused to get involved, saying we had to work it out for ourselves. We developed a strict scheme of alternating turns and stuck to it absolutely every time both of us were in the car with one parent, for something like 8 years until I left for college!
Wow! 8 years! We can't reliably remember even two days in a row. =) Which is why we have it saved on our phones' calendars...
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