That’s what I feel today.
My son was sick all day yesterday, and to see his smiling face with his well-rested eyes and healthy glow just made my day.
My Trinity had a visit from the tooth fairy last night and the look of wonder in her face today was so much fun. She’s lost 7 or 8 teeth now, but the look of amazement never gets old.
Then there’s my wee one, Piper. She’s my mini-me. It’s so funny to watch her pretend play because she mimics me SO much. The way she talks to her baby dolls…the way she pretends to cook…the way she gardens throughout the day. It’s just really interesting to watch. She’s the prime example of “monkey see, monkey do”.
Case in point:
Last night we got home a little late after helping dh’s mom with something. I still had to fix his lunch for today and finish preparing my yogurt for the week. Piper was still awake (of course…she is the amazing sleepless child afterall), and she wanted to help me. I try to encourage the kids to help me in the kitchen, but there are times when I just want to get it done. Like, you know, when it’s already 10pm, and you just want to go to bed, but you’re making tacos instead? Yeah. Like that.
So I mix up the Masa for the tortillas…start frying up the meat in tomatillo sauce, and do the final step of my yogurt prep while I’m at it. Meanwhile I’m rotating laundry, putting the animals “to bed”, laying out the hubs’ clothes, and all the while thinking about how I need to change the catbox. So as I’m cooking the meat, and I’ve put the first pressed tortilla on the comal, I hear P scoot a chair up to the counter behind me. I watch her as she makes a ball of dough, places it between two sheets of plastic, and presses down hard. She lifts it, inspects the thickness, and presses again. She does this two or three times, peels it off of the plastic, and hands it to me to heat. I was sort of astounded that my 3 year old just made a tortilla. Imagine my shock and excitement though when she proceeded to make ten of them. We were a well oiled machine. As I pulled one fresh off the heat, I turned around to find her holding the next one in her hand.
I had never taught her…except by example. Goes to show how important our example is. How much of an impact it has…and that it really can and does “stick” in their minds. I can tell my children over and over what to do, how to do it, why they should do it, and when its appropriate to do so…but unless I’m showing them, it’s really a waste of my time, and theirs.
Sharing a special, simple pleasure with Piper last night really became so much more than making tortillas.
It was a reminder to me that actions truly speak louder than words.