This may go down as one of the best things that I have agreed to, or one of the stupidest, I'm still not sure. Christopher asked what I thought about letting the kids take turns picking the Friday night dinner. My initial mental response was "Frig No" (only I have a mouth like a longshoreman when the kids aren't around, and my internal voice is just, if not more filthy, and I did not say 'frig')! My life is crazy enough without letting the kids decide what we're having for dinner. Then I took a long deep breath and let the part of my brain that is maternal and sweet think instead of the control freak part that usually does the thinking. It would be nice for the kids to feel like they had a say. It would be nice for them to learn how to cook....... "Ya sure" I said begrudgingly. While I was already being Mary Poppins I added "They can pick the meal and help me cook it." I regretted that niceness almost immediately.
So we began our "Kid's Choice Dinners". I put all the kid's names into a hat and then pulled them out in the order that they would choose the meals. In our house we need to
Riley was so excited to make her
So begins our culinary adventures with our kids. I am sure that they will not be that much of adventures. I am growing as a person by allowing my children some freedom to take risks and make mistakes, and for me to allow them to. The kids are learning math skills without knowing it, but more than that they are learning the skills of independence. One day as much as I hate to admit it, they are going to be on their own. I would like to think that when they leave my nest they will be ready for the big scary world... I guess we'll see. At least I know that they will be able to stomach daring if not gross foods like spaghetti tacos.