Yesterday Yusuf and Nooriya cooked everything. Another time to be in the backseat and just enjoy. I was the helper. It made me feel so good. I love seeing them both come into their own more and more. I'm getting used to this new stage of parenting and doing less.
Everything tasted great. Not great because my kids made it; it was just great. There was one thing with the food that was unintentional and made for a great memory. Nooriya was making mashed potatoes and cornbread. At meal time, she mixed up the two and served the cornbread batter as the mashed potatoes.
Everyone took some. It looked delicious and just like mashed potatoes. We started and one by one people got to the potatoes and said stuff like, "did you accidentally put sugar in the potatoes?", "why is it sweet?", "is it supposed to taste like dessert?".
We got to spend more time with dad yesterday which was wonderful. He's still teaching. He took some cornbread and insisted that it was great. He didn't care. He ate everything. He was present and he enjoyed the moment. He was maybe in a different stage of grandparenting. He was doing less and being there more!
Taher, do less sometimes, but be there more. Taher, remember your priorities.
