My littlest dude loves to help his Mama. With. Everything. While I adore the way he looks up at me with those big innocent eyes, Help Mama! Help you? Pease? Seriously how can I say no to that. So we pull up a stool. And he helps. Whether it’s cooking, weeding the garden or putting away silverware from the dishwasher. Including him in the process makes it take about twice as long (if I am lucky), tests my patience, forces me to take deep breaths and slow down. But since when are exercising patience, deep breathing and taking my time bad things…?
We move through life so quickly and barely take the chance to appreciate the interactions we have with our kids. It was quite apparent to me when we sat down for dinner one night and began our evening ritual of sharing the favorite events of the day. We got to Zook, who usually makes something up to feel like he’s contributing although at two and a half, he’s barely able to sift through the day’s events to find a favorite- or so I thought. Zook, what was your favorite part of the day? Cook Mama. Cook [with] Mama. It was my most tedious and frustrating task of the day. The part of my day that caused the most amount of frustration because I had to slow down, take my time and breathe. Sounds pretty ridiculous now, huh? Yup. Really, so much about life can be learned from retrospect.
I am reminded of a previous post where I talked about Committing to No and realized I really need to go back to that. I need to breathe. This high strung Mama needs to relax a bit because her kiddos are becoming high strung offspring. Breathe Mama. Soak in the moments.
I love my little helper.