Kids are so incredibly capable. When my main job was being a teacher, I never doubted this; the children in my class went about their days, choosing their own activities, preparing their own snacks, cleaning up their messes, while I watched. If they needed help, they asked for it. Now that my main job is being a mother, it's much, much harder for me to remember how capable my son is. Concern and uncertainty (the kind that only parents experience) often creep in and alter my judgement: does he need me? what can I do?
If you let them, your children will remind you of what they can do. This morning, I was trying to pack a moving box while Wilson ate a snack. Then I heard his cereal spill all over the floor. "Oh no..." I went back into the kitchen to find this:
Teacher Me is nodding knowingly and cheering him on. Parent Me is dumbfounded, thrilled, and also a bit sad at the realization that I have a capable, independent child. It's so simple and so complicated at the same time!