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Lest you think I am a slave driver who just wants to have a "night off," I step away from cooking duties twice-a-month out of LOVE for my daughter. I recognize that she MAY NOT get married someday and she MAY NOT ever have any children, but she WILL need to eat. And unless I WANT her to go bankrupt having to eat out for every meal, I better ensure she knows how to feed herself. As her mom, it is my JOB to work my way OUT of a job. Nothing will cripple her more than doing everything for her AND never teaching her how to do it for herself.
And that brings me to my little man cub. Super Boy was anxiously awaiting his turn in the kitchen. He couldn't wait to make a meal ALL BY HIMSELF. Like his sister, he had to be able to read well enough to read a recipe without any help. For him, that meant seven years old.
My son was so thrilled when all the plates were ready to pass. It gave him such a sense of accomplishment knowing that everyone enjoyed a meal he had MADE and SERVED himself...with a little help from me.
Just before he took his place at the table, I switched out HIS plate for our family celebration plate. It was a great way to commemorate such a milestone meal.
How do YOU work your way out of a job?