“CODE RED!!!!!!! CODE RED!!!! EVERYONE ON THE COUCH IMMMMMEDDIIAATELY!!!!!”
They couldn’t see my face, but I was smiling. The top-of-my-lungs shouts continued to echo throughout the house and the yard.
The response was immediate… soon I could hear feet pounding heavily on the stairs, down the hall, across the kitchen and from back in the library. And the shouting!
“Hurry up guys! Come on! Dad wants us! This is a code red! Come on! HURRRRYYYYY”
Combined with my cries, the ruckus was deafening – and effective.
Within no time at all, there they sat, all 7 of them (Sariah, at 4 months old, as yet has been officially excused from coming on the ‘Code Red’ alert… though I’ve considered modifying that policy… after all can’t one of the older ones bring her in? hehe).
Faces glowing, chest heaving from the run, feet fidgeting, and eyes twinkling with a mixture of excitement and a tiny sparkle of dread… what was it going to be this time?
Looking down on them, my heart just about burst! What a wonderful bunch of children I have!
“Ok, everyone, I’ve divided the house into 3 sections: Section one – library, bathroom, dressing room. Section two – hall, dining room, kitchen. Section three – living room, office, hall, back bathroom.
“Here’s the deal: The house is a MESS (pig pen really) and I won’t stand for it another minute! (This with a wink and a smile) I’m going to set the timer for 25 minutes and everyone is going to start in the library.
“If you get section one done in that time, everyone will get $.50. If you get sections one and two done, then we will go to the dollar movie tonight! (This followed by shouts and a burst of excitement… we almost never go to the movies)
“If you get sections one, two and three done in that time, then we’ll add popcorn to that movie. Ready…”
Here I was intrupted by 3 little hands shooting up with questions.
“Do we have to vacuum?” “No, the floors are OK” “What about sweeping and mopping?” “Sweep, yes… mop, no” “Do we…” “Sorry time for questions is up… Ready, set, gooooooooo!!!! Clock is ticking now!”
With that, the ultimate home cleaning machine exploded into action. Away they went with an outrageous flurry and passion to meet the challenge and earn the coveted reward.
Margie and I retired to my office. With no small delight, we enjoyed the sounds of Esther barking commands, Jared laughing, Joshua hustling about, Hyrum wondering when we were going to eat, and all of the above continually encouraging Isaac and Brigham in their short attention span labors.
“Done! Dad, we’re done!!!”
I looked at the timer – 19 minutes. Their best time ever. VERY impressive.
“Ok gang. You’ve still got 6 minutes on the clock. I’m going to add 9 more. If you can get the entire basement done in that time, I’ll give you a double bonus surprise. Goooooo!!!!”
And they did. But they only needed the 9 minutes. Total time: 28 minutes to total clean.
“Ok, everyone in the library. Let’s inspect. So, this is what you guys call ‘clean’. Now let’s go through each room and inspect to see if your ‘clean’ matches my ‘clean’.
Going from room to room I had them point out what was done right and what could be improved upon. For the most part they had done their duty wonderfully well.
During the review of the last 35 minutes of sheer energy and efficiency, I asked my children what had made the difference. After all, this same task, at other times, had taken them more than 2 hours of painful nagging and corresponding complaints. Yet, here we had just cleaned the house, top to bottom in 28 minutes. No nagging, no complaining, no fighting, no fussing.
What made the difference?
“It was the stopwatch dad. We were racing against the clock,” said Esther.
“And having a really cool reward,” added Jared.
Both were right.
Consider the Olympics. When we as humans have clocks ticking and rewards awaiting, we rise up and do miraculous things.
Parenting and family life is no different. Timing, tracking, rewarding, encouraging, and playing… it all puts the purpose back into parenting and the joy back into family life.
So, is your stopwatch handy? On your mark, get set, gooooooooooo!!!!!!!