My mother, probably yours as well, taught me to clean up my own messes. If I spilled milk on the kitchen floor, if I tracked in mud from the garden or the barn, it was my responsibility to clean it up. I couldn’t blame it on someone else or ignore it. And I certainly couldn’t say no. So clean it up I did.
I learned that was one of the things you did if you cared about those you lived with. You took responsibility for your own mess. That’s part of what it means to be a good family member. …