I thought about this for my own life and the one thing that immediately came to mind was baking. Micah is constantly in the kitchen watching everything I do and eagerly waiting to offer a helping hand. I usually try to bake with him once a week, but my tendency is to really control the situation and when he starts adding the wrong amounts of flour or there is a little bit of egg shell left in the bowl I swoop in and send him off to play. It's terrible. . . . .I know. I'm so concerned with the way something is going to taste and totally oblivious to the fact that he is learning and growing and taking in life.
So I decided to just go for it. Forget about expectations and taste and outcome.
(Micah thinks the mixer is too loud)
We had fun pouring and mixing and cracking eggs. . . . . .
And apparently it tasted really good, because swiper swiped as soon as she had the chance!
And, I can't say that I could have done any better baking these by myself.
I guess it's not so bad to relinquish control every once in awhile. . . .
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