There are so many things we want our kids to learn; Sports, languages, dance, gymnastics, pottery, karate, swimming, piano. The list is pretty much endless. All of those things are great and have their place, but cooking is one thing that gets overlooked a lot.
When we take the time to teach our children kitchen skills we are giving them a gift that will have a positive impact on the rest of their lives. And, as an added bonus, one day when they have acquired some real skills, they won't just be "helping" us in the kitchen, they will be preparing us dinner. Now imagine that...
Poor January. After all of the merriment and festivities of December, January often stretches out in front of us endlessly. But it doesn't have to. Whenever the weather gets too cold or there's a cold or flu running its course and we are home-bound, I always turn to one of my favourite books for inspiration: Mrs. Sharp's Traditions: Reviving Victorian Family Celebrations of Comfort and Joy.
When there is a choice between doing another load of laundry or sauntering outside to enjoy an unseasonably warm October day, ask yourself which of those two options will lift you up and feed your spirit. The choice is yours.
We worry over milestones constantly. And our adult minds are so quick to meet trouble halfway when all we really need to do is to wait and hope*. Even when we aren't sure, it is our duty to encourage the impossible.
A few months ago, my son informed me that his front tooth was loose. Ever the skeptic, I said, "Are you sure?" And as I pressed gently on this tooth, I was shocked to discover it WAS loose. Why was I so shocked? Well, he wasn't even 6 yet, and, how could he possibly be loosing teeth when it feels like he just got them? Didn't I just pour my love over him through sleepless nights of teething pain? And now, it's on to the next stage already.
As we raise our children, we soon discover there is a fluidity to life that we cannot stop. Each moment seamlessly carries us into the next, and before we know it, that moment is gone and a new one is before us.
When I think of the unconditional love that children have for their parents, it almost hurts me. I feel it is such an honour to possess that love, and that we also need to be very careful with these little vulnerable beings who are so forgiving.
I don't think a family can ever be perfect. But I do think that in the midst of the chaos that is inevitably life, we can establish a set of values that guides our actions, helps us navigate the sometimes rough waters, and steers us back to the equilibrium that we deserve.