Ethan and I are doing our best to raise independent children. Children who can do things for themselves, by themselves, and occasionally for others, and by "others" I mean that to also include us, their parents.
The ultimate goal of this is long term. I would rather not have 30-something adult children living in my basement, I want them to be OK living on their own, fending for themselves in our unsafe and unpredictable world.
I know. I'm a monster.
I saw a meme while scrolling through Facebook one day that said "If your child can run an iPhone, they can run the laundry machine."
Yup. That about sums up everything right there. Earlier this week, Jackie (my 3-year-old) took the iPad, found the music app, located the specific Taylor Swift song she wanted to listen to, played it and turned up the volume for the entire house to hear.
She is three.
If she can find "Bad Blood" in a field of other music songs on a device that took me months to figure out. She can help around the house, and her two-year-old sister isn't far behind.
So their list of "to-do" just got a little longer.
I just have to be able to survive the "teaching them how to do this stuff" part, so that I can get to the "nagging them to death" pre-teen and teen years. But I will succeed.
Because I am independent, strong, and confident.
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