Last night, everyone in our family enjoyed this delicious desert, made by my ten year old daughter. It’s called pavlova. From the inception of the idea to the execution, this was all my daughter’s effort.
Her school closed early yesterday due to parent-teacher conferences and I was working from home. She started asking me for permission to bake since she stepped out of the school bus. I was reluctant at first because I am quite overwhelmed these days both on the work front and the home front. Plus, I have not fully recovered from a recent virus attack. I didn’t want to add more to my plate with the clean up after she finishes baking. I said no to her at first but explained my reasons for saying no. She promised me that she would involve her brothers with the baking once they come home from school and also to clean up afterwards by herself. I just couldn’t say no to this. Her enthusiasm was so delightful that I decided to put my worries aside and give her a chance.
She needed some help from me but it wasn’t too bad. But just the fact that she chooses to spend her free time not on television or video games but in pursuing her interests is so rewarding to me as her mother! Parenting is hard work and I did my best to not take the easy route with my children. It takes a certain level of commitment to accomplish this as we all know. It is moments like these that tell me that I am on the right path. They show me yet again that nothing worthwhile is easy.
The pavlova was delicious but the girl who made it is even more delicious ❤️