My daughter regularly asks to do the dishes. She also likes making her bed, preparing her own breakfast and generalized sweeping, which is not terribly effective, but nice in theory. In short, she is a parental dream, proving, at age nine, not only helpful, but a full validation of my laissez-faire approach to parenting. Who needs rules? Kids just want to help their parents.
The problem? My 11-year-old son most certainly does not ascribe to this philosophy, leaving breadcrumb-like trails of socks and used tissues around the house and sooner going hungry than lifting a finger to make his own food. (In fact, he’s stealthily found a way to convince his sister to make snacks for him, and I often catch her hustling around the kitchen preparing two trays of pre-dinner crudités.)
This is troubling from the stance of equity and learned helplessness; why do boys inherently feel absolution from the mental load? But it’s doubly troubling, because I fear my husband and I have encouraged this unequal dynamic by subconsciously holding our children to different standards.




