There are several reasons to teach kids how to clean. But that's a whole other blog post. For this one, I want to share some of the cleaning skills kids can learn as early as three and four years old. The earlier they learn them the better. That way, when they get older it's second nature to clean up after themselves. (I hope!) So far it's worked. My kids still leave messes but they don't leave these messes around anymore.
1.
Milk Contains Sugars and Sugars are Sticky.
When my kids would spill their cereal at breakfast or milk
at lunch I’d dutifully clean it up. However, one day as I was on my hands and
knees mopping the floor I looked up at my 5-year-old and thought, “Why am I
doing this?” I handed him the wet rag and told him to get to work. From then
on, he was responsible for cleaning up his own spills. A couple days later I
went into the kitchen to find white smears all over my dark wood floor.
Me: Gasp! What happened?
Boy: I spilled but I cleaned it up. (With a proud look on
his face. Honestly, one of the trickiest parts of being a mom is correcting a
child without destroying that confidence.)
Me: Did you know milk has sugar in it?
Boy: No. (His pride is slipping. My insides are sinking.)
Me: Sugar is sticky and has to be cleaned with a wet rag and
then wiped again with a dried one.
Boy: I didn’t know that. (Curiosity replaces pride.)
Me: Let’s try it together this time and then you can do it
on your own next time.
Boy: Okay. (With a smile on his face. He can handle this.
Whew!)
2.
Sweep Toward You
Have you ever watched a kid try to sweep on their own for
the first time? It can be comical if you’re in the mood for comedy and it can
be a tragedy if you were really hoping to walk into a clean kitchen. They
spread things around more than they gather them in. Ugh! So I had to teach my
kids to pull the dirt and crumbs toward them with a broom to make a pile that
can then be swept into the dust pan. It helped to show them the angle of the
broom bristles and explain how they work.
Me: See? If you press the broom down that side pokes out
farther and can get into the corners.
Child: But no one sees in the corners.
Me: I see in the corners.
Child: Whoa! You have eyes that can see around corners?
Me: If you only knew...
Child: That kind of explains a lot.
3.
Putting Things Where They Go
When my kids hit about 2 ½ I started them on emptying the
silverware out of the dishwasher. I figured it was good sorting practice and
since I’d removed all the sharp knives before I let them work it was safe too.
When they get a little bigger I start having them empty the whole dishwasher.
Usually by 5 they can put almost everything away. If they can’t reach the shelf
for the plates then I have them stack them on the counter under the cabinet
where the plates go and I put them up as I walk by. Unfortunately, there are
some things that don’t get washed in every load and kids have a hard time
figuring out where these go. Instead of asking, they shove them in the nearest
cupboard or pile them in the pantry. Dinner would take twice as long to prepare
while I hunted down my frying pan. So we had lessons on where things go.
Me: Honey, you need to put all the casserole dishes on this
shelf.
Kid: But it slides off.
Me: So you have to pull out the small ones and put the big
one under them. See? It works.
Kid: Do I have to do that every time?
Me: Yes, every time.
Kid: What happens if I don’t?
Me: You’ll grow hair on your chest like dad.
Kid: So that’s how it happened.
4.
Scrape Your Plate
By the third time I had to reach my hand into disgusting
sludge and pull out pieces of olives, onions and who knows what else to get our
dishwasher to drain properly I knew something was up. Why did it keep clogging?
Did we buy a piece of junk? It wasn’t that old and yet I had the same problem
three days in a row. The reason became clear as I watched the kids take their
plates from the table to the dishwasher and drop them in – pizza crusts and
all.
Me: (Jumping to my feet.) Whoa, whoa, whoa. You can’t leave
all that food on there. You have to scrape your plate.
Kid: Hu?
Me: Like this. (I scrape my own plate over the garbage using
my fork to push the pieces off. Shoot, I wasn’t done.)
Kid: But it’s already in there.
Me: Well get it out.
Kid: (Gives me a “are you gonna make me” look.)
Me: (Deep breath) Remember how I had to fix the dishwasher
because it was a plugged up? (He nods but keeps his mouth shut so as not to be
incriminated. Anything he says at this point can and will be used against him
in a court of Mom.) It’s getting clogged by the pieces of food. Food will clog
the dishwasher. If you scrape it off, then the dishwasher won’t get clogged
anymore. (Did I use the word clogged to often there? Maybe I should have
mentioned how clogs are bad things that rear up out of the drain and make Mommy
scream and sometimes gag and sometimes cry.)
Kid: Fine. (He reaches in for the offending crust, shrugs
and takes a bite.)
Me: (Shudder) You probably shouldn’t eat that?
Kid: Why? The light said it was clean.
Me: (Stunned silence – I don’t even know where to go with
that.)
5.
Refrigerate It
After a long hard day of being mom, working, writing,
planning an activity for our church’s women’s group all I wanted was a hot shower and to find my
bed. “We’ll clean up the kitchen,” said the kids. Dare I dream? I was pretty
sure they could handle the dishes and so I agreed. Hubby came home while I was
in the shower and offered to tuck everyone in. After a quick prayer of
gratitude for my wonderful family I slid between the sheets and hit the off button.
The next morning I walked into my kitchen to see the table full of food. Sour
smelling milk, limp lettuce, half a pan of lasagna and stale bread greeted my
eyes and nose. However, all the dishes were sparkling clean in the dishwasher.
(They’d even remembered to start it bless their little hearts.) As I gazed at
my would-be lunch now full of all sorts of mean bacteria the kids clambered
down for breakfast.
Them: What smells?
Me: Dinner
Them: Ew!
Me: Yeah – this stuff should have been put in the fridge last
night. (As I held my nose while chunky milk made its way down the disposal.)
Them: Hey! That’s the only milk we have.
Me: You can’t drink it, you’ll get sick.
Them: (Contemplative silence. Breakfast isn’t looking so
good right now.)
They didn’t feel too bad about losing the lasagna (it was
kind of dry) or the salad (not their favorite side dish) but they did feel bad
about the milk. Instead of rubbing it in and making them feel worse I showed
them where the aluminum foil, plastic wrap and Tupperware were housed. They
looked like the little green aliens from Toy Story who go, “OOOOOOOOOoooooohhh,”
as I showed them how to pull off a sheet and cover a clean lasagna dish.
These are the five main lessons I’ve had to teach my kids on
daily kitchen maintenance. They aren't perfect and there are some things I have
to remind them to do. But for the most part, once they got these down, clean up
ran a lot smoother than before and I wasn't doing all the work.
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