Baby girl and I made sugar cookies on Friday.
She insisted on measuring out the flour and the sugar. She wanted to stir and scrape the sides of the bowl. She turned the mixer on (a little too high) and lifted the head when it was time. She floored me with how much she could do.
My kitchen was messier than it has ever been. I mean, there was flour eeeeeverywhere!
But it was seriously the most fun we've ever had. We laughed and giggled and talked together. Baby girl learned a lot and felt so big. I may have teared up a time or two.
Would it have been so much faster for me to just hurry and bake the cookies while she napped? Yes, most definitely. But I would have missed such a precious moment. I'm learning to say yes more often. I'm learning that when I do say yes, we are both more happy. It's not natural for me to let her do the messy things. Generally, I would have preferred to measure and pour the flour and sugar myself. But letting her do it brought her so much joy and it really didn't harm anything. I was never as happy cleaning up the kitchen as I was after that.
So here's to saying yes more often.
When she comes to me with the sidewalk chalk, I'm going to think about how much she loves it and how easy it is to cleanup rather than think about the colors that will surely get all over her clothes.
When she asks to read the same book for the fifth time in a row, I'm going to think about how glad I am that she loves to read rather than about the stack of laundry piling up in the other room.
When she asks to stir the cookies herself, I'll think about how happy it makes both of us rather than the extra five minutes of cleaning that it will mean.
And whenever possible, I'm going to say yes. Because she's only this age once.