Last week the boys were at basketball with Matt and Olivia and I were home together. We read a couple of books and watched a little TV and then it was time for me to make dinner.
“Can I help you, Mama?” she said.
Why, of course you can, Princess. We’re going to make pancakes. What do we need?
“Syrup! I get it.” She got it from the pantry and took it to the table. (It was a huge one from Costco too…work those muscles girl!)
What else do we need, Liv?
Yep, we need both. I’ll get those and you can help, ok?
She poured in the milk (and only spilled about half), she cracked the eggs with a little help (and only left in about 20 pieces of shell) and then she stirred.
And me? I made dinner with the biggest, goofiest smile on face and tears in my eyes. It was a moment. Pancakes have never tasted so good. She was so proud to tell her brothers and Dad that they should thank HER for dinner tonight, not Mommy.
The next day she brought her oatmeal bowl to the sink after breakfast without being asked…and didn’t spill a drop. She also brought her glass of milk over too. I was so overcome with excitement and pride that I kept going and asked her to let in the dogs from outside. She walked to the back door, opened it, let the dogs in and then shut it again. I was floored.
Who is this girl and what has she done with my baby? She’s a big girl now. The best part? I can see glimpses of the fantastic and independent woman she’s going to become…sooner than I’m ready for.