“I do it!” These are the words I hear, over and over again, all day long.
When we’re rushing out of the door, I hear these words when you try to buckle your own shoes. I stop to help you and you say “I do it!” And I let you do it, even though it’s frustrating, because I know someday, your little shoes won’t be at the door at all. So, I wait and watch you slowly buckle your shoes, and I try to savor the moment of watching your tiny feet fit into your little shoes.
Every morning before the sun is up or before I’ve made my own coffee, I grab a glass from the cabinet and the orange juice from the fridge, but even before I take the cap from the container, you say, “I do it!” So, I sit you on your stool and watch with tired eyes as you so carefully pour the juice into the cup. And at first, you spilled the juice and I tried very hard not to sigh. But now, you can pour almost perfectly and the small smile you give me tells the story of your pride so clearly. Continue Reading