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I am simply amazed at the determination Andy puts forth on a project that he wants to do. Note: A PROJECT HE WANTS TO DO. If it is project that includes helping Dad, then even better.
A while back our towel rods that I had ordered arrived. Andy immediately knew that Dad would be putting them up on the weekend. He was all DAD, I WANT TO HELP YOU. DO I GET TO HELP? WHEN DO WE GET TO PUT THEM UP? ALEX, YOU CAN’T HELP. JUST ME.
The weekend rolled around and Tim was suffering with a sinus infection. He loaded himself up with drugs in hopes of alleviating the pain long enough to put up the towel rods. DAD, WHEN ARE WE GOING TO PUT UP THE THINGYS? IS IT TIME YET? DAD, CAN WE DO IT NOW? WHAT ABOUT NOW? ALEX YOU STILL AREN’T HELPING. WHAT ABOUT NOW? NOW? NOW?
Finally after lunch, the boys started working. They had their groove. Daddy drilled the holes. Andy screwed the bases into the wall. Dad then placed the bars on. Andy finished by using the Allen wrench to tighten the rod on the base.
He worked with Dad the whole afternoon. He didn’t care that the other kids were outside playing. He was happy and content working on the project with Dad. Just look at the determination on his face. He worked until all the rods were hung. He had completed his task.
I think he got this from me. I was a bit freaky growing up. For fun on the weekends I would clean out my closet. I would also refold my clothes. Even though there wasn’t anything wrong with the way they were folded in the first place. Each figurine, keepsake and picture had its perfect place. I would spend hours in my room making sure everything was just right! It didn’t matter that it was a nice day and the other kids were outside playing. I was happy and content in my own little world making everything perfect. Maybe I was this way because it was the one thing that I could control. And while in control, I was happy.
October 29th, 2009 at 4:52 pm
I think you get some of that from me because when I was younger I had to share a bedroom with my sister. You could tell who kept their part of the room picked up. Still like that today and I’m still picky to a fault. Even though I try not to let it bother me…..and does at times. But on the other had I think it really neat the boys love to help out Dad. Jusy enjoy them and their help!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!