This morning, I peeked open one eye as R quietly creeped out of bed and into the kitchen. Usually, he was off to get a bowl of dry Cheerios to enjoy while I slowly awoke to start the day. But, today he decided that he would like a peanut butter and jelly for breakfast – and he said, “I can make it myself,” – quite matter-of-factly.
Seeing as how I was still a wee bit groggy, my internal sensors weren’t
quite up to par and general laziness prevailed (i.e. I didn’t offer to
make it for him or even consider the potential mess). I opened the jars
when needed and extracted the rice cakes from their container and by
the time I got out of bed, his sandwich was made – and there was only
a little bit of jelly on the counter.
When did my baby get so grown-up?
In keeping with the Montessori philosophy, we have tried to set up the house so that he can do as much of these things “by himself.” We do our best to provide child-sized tools that are fully-functional – and the rationale is to provide him with pride in his work and to know
that he is learning a life skill (and, allowing me to stay in bed for another 10 minutes is a nice side benefit as well).
Can you tell this is one proud mama?
Of course, he was helping later in the day with our weekly homemade pizza dinner. I think that he has the best seat in the house – great views of the cardinals and squirrels that have been working outside in the front yard. Just perfect for rolling out dough – and making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
We are looking forward to a weekend full of laughter, hugs, sand, sun, and squeals of delight since the cousins are coming for a visit. I hope your weekend is just as rowdy as mine will be! See you on Wednesday.