Moral of the Story:
You are strong and capable, so do not expect others to do everything for you;
instead, take responsibility, help out, and do what you can on your own with a
willing heart.
Along the banks of a calm and
winding river lived a young beaver named Bobby.
Bobby had a cozy home, a loving mom
and dad, and everything he needed.
But Bobby had a very unusual belief.
He believed his mom was his maid.
And his dad was his butler.
“Mom, clean this up,” Bobby would
say, pointing at his messy pile of sticks.
“Dad, bring me that,” he would call,
even when it was right next to him.
If Bobby dropped something…
He did not pick it up.
If Bobby needed something…
He did not get it.
He simply announced it.
“Mom!”
“Dad!”
All. Day. Long.
One morning, Bobby was building a
small practice dam.
He placed a few sticks.
Then stopped.
“Mom!” he shouted. “This part is
messy. Clean it up.”
His mother slowly turned and looked
at him.
“Bobby,” she said calmly, “you made
the mess.”
Bobby nodded. “Yes. So you can clean
it.”
His mother blinked.
His father nearly dropped a log.
Later that day, Bobby was eating
crunchy bark snacks with his friend Sammy the Squirrel.
Crumbs fell everywhere.
Bobby leaned back and smiled.
“Sammy,” he said, “clean this up for
me.”
Sammy froze. “Excuse me?”
“My mess,” Bobby said. “You can take
care of it.”
Sammy laughed. “Bobby, I am not your
anything.”
Bobby tilted his head. “Not my
anything?”
Sammy grinned. “Not your cleaner,
not your helper, not your butler.”
Bobby shrugged. “Well… someone
should do it.”
Sammy pointed at Bobby’s paws. “Yes.
You.”
That evening, Bobby sat at home
waiting for dinner.
“Mom,” he called, “bring my food.”
His mother did not move.
“Dad,” Bobby added, “and bring me a
drink.”
His father folded his arms.
Silence.
Bobby looked around. “Hello?”
His parents walked over and sat
beside him.
His father spoke first.
“Bobby, we need to clear something
up.”
Bobby sat up. “What is it?”
His mother smiled gently. “I am not
your maid.”
His father nodded. “And I am not
your butler.”
Bobby blinked twice.
“You’re… not?” he asked.
His father chuckled. “No.”
His mother added, “We love you. We
teach you. We help you. But we do not do everything for you.”
Bobby looked down at his paws.
“They work?” his father asked.
Bobby wiggled them. “Yes.”
“They are strong?” his mother asked.
Bobby nodded. “Yes.”
His father smiled. “Then it is time
to use them.”
The next morning, Bobby woke up.
His blanket was twisted.
Usually, he would call out.
“Mom, fix this!”
But this time…
He paused.
He grabbed the blanket.
Pulled it straight.
Patted it down.
It was not perfect.
But it was done.
Later, he went outside.
A pile of sticks waited.
He stared at them.
Then picked one up.
Then another.
Then another.
His mother watched quietly.
His father nodded with a smile.
That afternoon, Bobby met Sammy
again.
They sat under a tree.
Snacks in hand.
Crumbs began to fall.
Sammy glanced over.
Bobby looked at the mess.
Then at his paws.
Then he leaned forward and started
cleaning it up.
Sammy raised his eyebrows. “What
just happened?”
Bobby grinned. “I think I just
stopped having a maid and a butler.”
Sammy laughed. “That is a big
promotion.”
Over the next few days, Bobby
changed.
He stopped calling for everything.
He stopped pointing and waiting.
He started doing.
He carried sticks.
He cleaned his mess.
He helped his parents.
And sometimes…
He helped before anyone asked.
One evening, Bobby’s mother said,
“You have grown so much.”
Bobby smiled. “I learned something
important.”
His father asked, “What is that?”
Bobby stood tall.
“Mom is not my maid.”
“And Dad is not my butler.”
His parents laughed.
“And?” his mother asked.
Bobby grinned widely.
“I can do things myself.”
That night, as the river gently
flowed and the stars shimmered above, Bobby curled into his cozy home.
“I like this better,” he said.
His father asked, “Why?”
Bobby smiled.
“Because I am not waiting anymore.”
“I am doing.”
And from that day on, Bobby used his
paws, his strength, and his willingness to help.
Because he finally understood
something very important.
He was capable.
And that made all the difference.
Moral of the story poem:
Do not wait or call for aid
Mom is not your housemaid
Dad is not your butler, too
There is so much you can do
Use your hands and take your role
Responsibility builds your soul
Pride will grow in all you do
When you believe in the strength in you
Discussion Questions for Parents and
Caregivers:
1.
Why did Bobby think his mom and dad
should do everything for him?
2.
What changed when Bobby started
using his own paws to help?
3.
What are some things you can do on
your own to help at home every day?
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