We teach our children throughout our lives, whether it is the big details, like ethics and morals, or the small details, like kneading dough.
I have found, as they grow, that my mothering radar remains silent more and more as they become adults. They have taken the reins and manage their own lives with less and less necessary input from me. I rest easier as I watch them, seeing their capabilities put to use in their daily lives, and it is good.
Not that I am done, not even close, but I am no longer afraid. I know they've got this.
As I said, along with their maturation, their mistakes come fewer and fewer, and yet, I do miss the cute things, the mispronounced words, the silly things that only experience will correct. When they do come up, the silly ones, the ones that bring me back to when they were children, it tickles me, and I usually burst with laughter.
Which brings me to yesterday, and I must preface this with the fact that my daughter Jessi has successfully worn many hats professionally in her young adult life, and now she is an egg noodle master as well.
Jessi and I wanted to share a simple recipe, and so, we decided to make egg noodles. We started gathering and mixing, and Jessi took photos as we went along. I had my daughter make them as I read off the ingredients to her, which is always the best way to teach a new recipe to someone, and I watched and enjoyed the adventure.
I set the timer for 5 minutes to help her know when she was in the ballpark of the dough being pliable and ready to roll out for noodle cutting. With puzzlement, I watched as she patted and prodded the dough, seeming to oddly comfort it. Sensing her uneasiness, in a gentle but matter of fact way, I told her that we now would knead the dough. Without stopping her strange prodding and patting, she commented in a questioning tone, "'kneading' is 'massaging,' right?" Trying to hide my amusement and chastising myself for not spending more time in the kitchen with this adorable daughter, I taught her to knead and when the timer buzzed, that dough had received a glorious massage.
Well done, Jessi!
Hello Readers! This is Kay, also known as Katie, and I am excited about this aspect of my store as I can chat your ear off about things near and dear to me as well as favorite things and news! My beautiful daughter Jessi will ghost write behind the scenes so I don't drive you crazy with the bad habits I have collected over the years regarding word usage or mad paragraph design. She wears many hats and, thankfully, copywriter is one of them.