My youngest daughter, in fact all my children, continue to show me life lessons. Every morning my two youngest daughters get a breakfast bag to take with them in the car.
As the girls get their hair done, shoes on, they start eating their breakfast. This morning we were rolling with our normal routine when my youngest daughter placed her bag on the edge of the side table spilling her breakfast.
I took a few seconds to collect myself so that I wouldn’t just have a knee jerk reaction. I looked at the ceiling, took a breath, and prepared to clean up the mess. As I turned back to my daughter I was surprised to see her simply picking up her breakfast. I bent down and helped her pick up the spilled cereal and Pop-tarts.
Honestly, I was prepared to ask her to help or even do it myself. But there she was handling the situation. Something we, as parents, have tried to instill in all our children. As we cleaned up together, I thought to myself how I didn’t trust my own parenting. I was, again, quick to think that I would have to handle the situation. But my little girl proved me wrong.
Trust. What a tricky concept. Especially in this situation. To trust myself. To trust the foundation we have been building for our children. My oldest son will be a seventh grader next year. The teen years will be in full force in our home. I know I will make mistakes. I know my son will make mistakes. But this morning my youngest daughter showed me that it is not just trusting others, but having the courage to trust the foundation I build.
I will be honest, that is a scary thought because as a parent we want to have a sense of control. Just like the old adage “If you want it done right, do it yourself.” But the problem is that we can’t live another person’s life, even if it is our children’s lives (or our students). We have to trust we have built a strong foundation and let them show we can trust them to stand on that foundation.