I disagree with you. I am responsible for my happiness, and my children, when they grow up, will be responsible for thiers. Nobody is going to shew all the bad things out of thier paths as grown ups, and if you are still doing that for them when they are adults, you have stunted them to the joy of independence and the reality of strife and overcoming obsticals. I am responsible to raise healthy, kind, responsible, moral souls, and for that to happen, they have to know that hard work makes happy people, because not very many people get away with not working hard.
I am not thier servant, I am their mother, and I could not care less if they like me at all. and sometimes, I gauge how good my work is by how unhappy they are, because they need to learn something while they are still flexible enough for it not to break them. My mother said to me often that she did not care about my happiness, she cared about my soul. Everything that my kids want that would make them happy is not good for them, even if it is not just things. They make thier own friends, they need to learn how to keep them too, and I don't worry about their marriages, their father shows them every day how a good husband treats a mate. We lead them, as God leads us, and there are bumps and bruses along the way that do not make us happy either, and we show them how to handle those things with grace and humility.
I love my home, but it is work. Nothing makes me happier than a nice clean house, or a newly mowed lawn, because it is my little corner of the world. I remember feeling that same pride in a job well done as a kid too, really running the vaccum like my mother wanted it, or cleaning up my room and knowing that I had done something right. I knew how to wash dishes, do laundry, mop, sweep, and pull weeds before I was out of high school, and I never thought it was a burden at all, it was a gift to know that nothing is free. I think that if I were not invested in my family, I would think that the world owed me something, and I am sure that you have met people like that in your lifetime; they are insufferable.
I don't see how you have to sacrifice good grades for chores.
God forbid that my children would melt the first time they were unhappy as an adult, but let me tell you about my husbands last trip to Iraq, because there were a bunch of young adults that were doing just that. He was the commanding officer of over 500 service people. He had several emails from parents trying to fix things for thier adult children who did not like the accomodations. They were at war, and Mommy and Daddy were upset about Johnny's uncomfortable bed, air conditioniong, food selections, and shower water pressure.
The best thing you can teach your children is how to deal with life, the way it comes, which is not always cozy and comfey, and they are not always happy. They did not ask to be born, but you would not have them if they were not supposed to be here either because they are gifts, and you should be thinking about the value of the gifts you pass on to them more than thier happiness, because ultamately, the most unhappy people in the world just can't handle life in general, and some of the happiest are those who really have very little to be happy about, it all just comes from what they know about life.
M.