Today I made pancakes for breakfast. I like to clean as I go and maintain control over the kitchen.
Holland had different plans for me. She has started to want to “help” every time she sees me baking. I don’t want to be a mean mom so I let her touch the measuring cup as I pour the milk. But, what am I afraid of? Why don’t I just let her help!? Holland loves to be with me. She loves to think she is helping… why don’t I just give that to her.
I was convicted today as my daughter was sitting there begging me to help her bake. I have to release control… not only for me but for her. I can’t allow myself to be held back by fear of a messy kitchen.
What will I regret more in a few weeks, a month, a year… that I let her make a mess or that I stifled her creativity and our time together?