So, we’ve arrived at the stage in child development where my son is aching for his own independence. He’s become moody. Fiercely protective of his area. Aware that mom is annoying because we are so alike though he’ll deny it. He has a major crush on a girl in our Ward. Recently, he told me I was doing a bad job raising him. It stung bad. I handled it well, but later I cried. I miss the stage where they questioned the world instead of questioning your parenting.
However, I started cooking with Mason. At first, it frustrated me and I wanted to micromanage everything. I’ve learned through cooking to back off when necessary (it’ll just be a little salty tonight) and to help when it’s called for and he’ll usually ask for it. We talk. Laugh. Listen to music. We get to be silly over Paleo dishes, spices and cookbooks. I get to watch him be proud for making something that helps the family. Lately, instead of taking off to his room, he’s hanging out with me while dinner has been cooking...so, I cherish it. I’ll have to get creative again in the future for our bonding, but for now this is working. I’m here. He’s here. And we’re making dinner together and being fed by each other’s company. Our own little Sacrament.
Guys, cook with your kids. #ChurchofJesusChrist