Jell-o???

So the child and I made jello.

Now this seemed to be an easy thing to do but, it was a strange conflict of wanting her to be independant and a parents fear of a small child and boiling water. You see... I want her to be one of those people who can do it her self. But then am terrified that she will...
After 8 amaZZing years of watching her become herself, I am reminded that the more I teach her the less she will need me. And yet, once again this is really what I want her to be. It is my hope and prayer that she grows into being just like her mother and/or her aunts M and K. Those women that know what they want and how to get it. Yet have hearts full of compassion and are not always thinking of themselves.
So at last here I am watching right over her shoulder as she carefully stirs the jello, proud once again of her abilitys and her independance.

Oh, small one... The things we teach each other....