It didn't take too long for both kids to express interest in what I was doing, of course. I mean... there was Maman, playing with what looked like MUD on the dining room work table, on purpose! Before I knew it, I had 2 little helpers eager to get their hands dirty.
Maxime's interest is as long as any 4-year old's, which is to say not very (unless we're talking about playing Angry Birds of course), so it didn't take too long for him to return to his colouring at the other end of the table. But Émilie, well... she's my little scientist. She's the one who always wants to do "experiments". This whole "let's get started turning these seedlings into plants" thing was right up her alley.
At first, I was happy and proud of her interest. But I soon felt... annoyed. At her slowness. At her inefficiency. She was taking so LOOOOOOONG to get one stinking pot filled. She was making more of a mess than was strictly necessary. Even though she was being very careful, her unsure fingers were sometimes too much for the delicate seedlings. I found myself thinking "Oh, just let ME do it, it'll be easier!".
And then I realized that THAT, my friends, was a big-ass slice of Crazy Pie.
Honestly... who CARED if she was slow? What did it MATTER if she spilled a little dirt? Why did this task - the first in a process that takes months - need to be conducted so frickin' efficiently, anyway?
So I let go. And enjoyed the moment, thinking of the tomatoes, broccoli and cucumbers that I'll enjoy all the more because they've will have been nurtured from seedlings to fruit-bearing plants with my growing-up-way-too-fast daughter's hands.
Happy Knitting, Everyone.