Taking Over

I messed up the other night.  You know, when we were making the Polvorones de Canele?

Not even a month ago, I told y'all about this book I read that was totally inspiring, and how every time we do something for our children that they can do themselves, we are sending them the unintentional message that they are not good enough--that we can do it more efficiently, faster, better.

And I believe that, friends!  I so want my kids to learn to do for themselves, because I am not planning on being around to pick up after them, cook their meals, run their errands, and drive them places forever.  I want them to know that they are good enough.

But I couldn't help myself.  I was annoyed that AKD hadn't been more proactive in making sure he had what he needed for the fiesta, and I wanted those cookies done before Dancing with the Stars began. 

{That's right.  I watch Dancing with the Stars, and I will be sorely disappointed when it's over for the season.  It's the only child-friendly, and even remotely interesting (to me) show that's on Monday evenings.  And I must watch TV on Monday evenings so that the laundry will get folded and put away--we're gonna be in bad shape as far as clean clothes go after the finale.}

I literally took the spoon and bowl out of AKD's hands to stir the dough.  I kept telling him to get to this step or that step and to hurry up gosh darn it.  Never mind that he didn't really need my help at all.  He is perfectly capable of reading and preparing a recipe, especially one so simple, on his own.  So what if it takes him longer?  If his cookies still hadn't been done by bedtime, I could have taken over at that point. 

Ugh!  I was like a crazy woman, knowing that what I was doing was wrong, but unable to take a step back from the situation.

I just hope, now that it's done, that I can undo the damage.  Lord, help me.

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