Thursday December 27th, 2007
Chase me, catch me and then let me bake my own cookies. Let me eat the sugar-dough if I can. And by all means, let me put on my own shoes, right feet or not. Let me fight it out with my sister, even if my protests are nothing more than the screeches of a toddler who has been wronged. Mama, let me do all that I am able, and no more.
Mama, give me books to read, ones that are a little too hard for me because I want to figure it out on my own. Let me stir the pancake batter and don’t stand over me; what’s the harm if a little spills? Let me run to the far end of the park (watch me if you must) to explore my secret-girls-hideout. Let that be just mine to have. Let me work on my art projects at the easel and don’t worry about splattered paint: I am old enough to help you clean it. Mama, let me do all that I am able and no more.
just lovely
) what a good reminder because sometimes it is so hard to let go and let them do without worrying about the spills, the falls, the mismatched clothing, the shoes on the wrong feet – just let them do what they are able – yes!
There’s a song I like called “Let them be little”. I’m not sure who sings it, and I’ve only heard it a couple of times, but it always makes me stop and think. They will not always be like this, and I need to remember that! Especially amongst the spills and tantrums!
Looks fun & yummy!!
simply beautiful. as you all are.
love you!
I absolutely love this post, Sarah. You and I are living parallel lives, I’m telling you. Honestly, I think I could read this post every single day and love it more every time.
By the way, I just now heard Miss G wake up in the next room and she’s back to playing kitchen. She would NOT go to sleep last night without her pretend soup pot, and I already hear her in there saying “hop soups?” to herself.