No matter how big.
This is how we made dinner together the other night. "Up, up, up, mama," she asks as I stir the boiling pasta. "Hot!" she tells me, pointing at the stove. (Throughout the day she likes to run up to the oven, quickly poke the door and yell "hot!" whether it is or not. She's our resident safety expert.)
Gretchen is twenty months old today and eager to help. She wants to fold (re: unfold) the laundry, she loves to sweep & mop (leading me to believe she'd like her own pint sized tools of the trade). She likes to snatch up a baby wipe to clean the floors, tables, walls and her nose.
She likes to rearrange the fridge and cupboards, she wants to play with water in the "Sink, mama, sink!" She wants to turn lights on and off, to put things away and to chat about everything as we do it.
She's so clever, so smart, so eager & willing. And even when I know things would be much faster if I did them myself (says the stubborn, independent woman deep within me) I love that she wants to help & so I always let her.
She's growing up fast, dear friends.
And we're both learning so much.
