Lately I have been thinking about work ethic. This has come up because I want to instill a good work ethic in my children. I think that my brothers and I have great work ethics. Matt is an artist living in Italy. He has spent years honing and refining his craft. As you can see by his work, he is an amazing artist. And he is incredibly knowledgable about the art architecture and culture of his preferred field. Go check out his blog and you can read and see for yourself. Same with my brother Jon,
writer, actor, produced his own movie (with his husband Tom) which is awesome. There are people that say they want to be actors, and there are people that really want to be an actor. Jon is one of the latter. If you really want to be an actor you don’t wait to be discovered you make yourself discovered. That means working hard to hone your craft, and audition, audition, audition. A lot of wannabe actors don’t do this, there are people (with or without talent) that don’t want to apply themselves to the task at hand. Even if it something that they profess to be interested in.
Not to toot my own horn, but I have accomplished a bit myself. I got a good teaching job at a great school, and have a great family. I am not a person that is afraid of working. In fact I enjoy the feeling of accomplishing tasks.
My question is: How did we, my brothers and I, get this way and how do I do the same for my children?
I have lots of memories of doing chores, or helping my dad with projects. Helping to wash the dog (a huge Irish Wolfhound) or Mow the lawn or pour concrete. Was it that we were always asked to help that work was ingrained into our childhood? I also remember my dad always sitting at night with us while we were all watching TV, and he would be writing reports. Was it the example of my hardworking parents that influenced us?
What are your experiences?