There is no duty we so much underrate as the duty of being happy. By being happy we sow anonymous benefits upon the world. ~Robert Louis Stevenson
Last Saturday dad asked for assistance in getting the garden ready to plant. What needed done? He wanted to add sand to loosen the soil, peat moss and yes manure. Cow manure to be exact. Our garden isn’t exactly a small rinky dinky plot of land and yet it’s not an acre large area either. It’s a relatively nice size roughly twenty-five feet by fifty feet garden.
Naturally, we expected Kyle to help gather the material required for good soil and spread the ingredients on the ground before my cousin Jim plowed it to mix it all together.
Was my almost thirteen year old excited to participate? Nope! Was my little man helpful? Kind of! Does Kyle need the exercise and the work ethic? You bet!
Lately, Kyle has been a bit “lippy” with us and sporting an attitude. Yes, I am well aware he is nearly in his teenage years, but it’s still not right. Especially for Kyle to give his pappy such a hard time. He does so much for that kid, going above and beyond. Come on, it’s not like we were asking him to run a marathon. We just wanted a little bit of good old fashion hard work and nice family time together. Win win in my opinion.
After the feet dragging and moaning to get dressed and out the door, we started to have a nice time running around to the different lawn care stores, picking up things here and there. Dad has a one ton dump truck we road around in, squeezed in the front seat. It was never a dull moment and I thought we might just have a nice time finishing up our tasks. I was wrong.
On a side note, while getting the sand at the Kingston Supply Company, dad spotted this little forklift for sale. It reminded me of Guido and Luigi from the movie Cars. “I’d like to have that!” dad blurts out. Kyle and me bust out laughing picturing dad driving that little forklift around for no reason.
Once we got back to the house and started to unload everything, Kyle started his whining and complaining. Just like he does before our hikes. You have to fight with him and push him in a direction before he comes around. Personally, I hate arguing with the kid, but insisting he gets some exercise by doing real work and spending quality time with the family and learning how to farm are all good enough reasons to push back when he starts his crap. That’s how much I truly care for Kyle, I’m willing to get a headache for his own good.
What did he do? The usual. He didn’t want to walk the few yards to the garden. He didn’t want to help shovel the sand. He didn’t want to help spread the peat moss. Then, when he did help with the peat moss, he spread the material in the most inefficient and slowest moving method known to man. That’s Kyle’s way of being difficult. He knows very well it drives me crazy and ticks me off. Yet, I tried to hold my cool, well after I had to yell a number of times for him to do something. It just isn’t right, here is my nephew who is three months shy from turning thirteen, having my dad who is in his sixties do most of the work and the heavy lifting. Not to mention me, who is also out performing the kid. Not right! He needs to step it up. His dad, Ryan was not like that at all! He was a really hard worker, from at least the age of nine, he was working in the sawmill. I guess that’s another story.
On another side note, that Sunday we stopped out to a friend of dad’s. He owns a farm. The perfect place to load up the truck with fresh wet ripe cow manure for the garden. We got into talking to Dwayne and offered Kyle’s services for any work needed on the farm, free of charge of course. Dad and I both agree Kyle needs to learn to work, or he’ll never appreciate anything. Dwayne couldn’t have agreed more.
Believe it or not, once we worked Kyle a little, just enough to get his blood pumping, his attitude changed. Then he even surprised me. Once finished, we both headed back down to the house. Kyle actually grabbed his kite mom got him for Easter and began to put it together to take outside. What? He didn’t just jump on his computer and play games or flop himself down on the couch in front of the television? Nope! It was a beautiful sunny day and Kyle must have felt good and wanted to fly his kite.
On the third side note, when Kyle was a little tyke of about three or four, I took him out in my parent’s front yard to fly a kite he received for Easter. Always carrying on the family traditions! At the time, we had Jake’s (Ryan’s beagle) wire run strung up across the yard. The kite slipped out of my hands and was captured by the wire run to loosely remain there with the wind whipping around it. Quickly, I grabbed a chair to give me some height so I could retrieve our entertainment. Kyle was so stressed out, he ran in the house, woke up my dad who was napping, to blurt out, “Pappy, quick! It’s Aiya. Quick pappy she needs help!” Poor dad probably thought something happened to me. Just then pap surfaced on the front porch to see me reaching for the kite. Kyle was below my feet, trying to push me up. It was so stinking cute! He was trying to lift me up by my ankles. Dad and I got a kick out of him!
For this past Easter, Mom got Kyle two kites. So I joined him in the kite flying fun. We all stayed outside in the perfect sunny mild temperature day and watched the multicolored birds (that’s what the pictures were on the plastic kites) sore through the air. We were out for hours. In fact, I had to go inside before getting a sunburn and Kyle continued guiding his kite to the sky. That is until it landed in a tree and broke free from Kyle’s string. Who cares. The kid was having a blast being outside and enjoying nature and spending time with the family without distractions and the toxins of electronics clouding his brain. His muscles were moving and I’m guessing releasing endorphins.
He was so mild tempered when he eventually came inside, he was the good kid I knew he could be. In fact, Kyle reached for his Guardians of Ga’Hoole books and began reading! It’s true, he loves to read, but he actually gave up playing Minecraft to read on a Saturday afternoon with me saying a word. I was so happy for him!
So when in doubt. Go fly a kite! It will make your day.