I have a really hard time letting others do things when I feel like I can do it better / faster / easier myself. I have a hard time with patience. This isn’t something I am proud of, in fact it is something that bothers me about myself.
Lately though, I’ve been trying to take a step back with Finn and let him figure things out. Mostly because I don’t want him living in my basement when he is 35 having his Mama fix his life. I want him to learn the value of perseverance and to tackle new things.
I want to learn to teach rather than to do.
The Scooby Doo Tag Reader game that he can’t conquer? Sorry buddy, you have to go faster to free Scooby from the castle. And when he finally did it? The sense of his awesomeness BEAMED from his face.
I want to see that look on his face every day.
I told him that he could make his own afternoon snack. I got out the knife. He grabbed the peanut butter. I reached for the crackers. He climbed up on the bar stool. And then, I let him have at it.
It was a sticky peanut buttery mess, but he loved every minute of it.