Children: Let Them Amaze You
Kasian, The Pie Maker
This story was printed in one of the first editions of PONDER last June. I am reprinting it to honor my oldest son, whose story it is, and the fact that he turned 44 years old yesterday. Kasian will always be my favorite pie maker.
The phone rings on my desk at work. I see that it is a call from home. It’s after 4:00, so I figure one of the children has a question about their homework.
“Mom, I made two lemon meringue pies for dessert tonight.”
“You did?” I replied, “Lemon meringue pies?”
“Yeah,” Kasian responded, “Just because you're not here doesn't mean we can't have pies for dessert.”
“One for you and one for dessert?” I laughed.
“Yeah, that’s right.”
"How did they come out?"
"One looks a little wobbly and the other is kinda burnt, but other than that, they look great!"
"I can't wait to get home and taste your delicious pies!"
"See ya when you get here."
"Love you, too."
I hang up. My co-workers get up from their nearby cubicles and surround my desk.
“Okay, now it’s lemon meringue pies that your kids are making? Last week I overheard you telling one of them how to make a white sauce,” Mark said.
“How do you this?” asked Wendy.
“You know, get your kids to cook dinner every night, and we’re not talking about hot dogs.”
“And just how old is this kid who whipped up the lemon meringue pies?” Mark asked.
“He’s eleven,” I reply, “it’s simple. Kids can learn how to do all kinds of stuff that adults think they can’t. You just have to start early. I had my kids sitting on the kitchen counter when they could barely sit on their own. They watched me cook everything. You have to let them help and that means that they’re going to bungle around. They're going to make a mess, like all the times they tried to pour the measuring cup of milk into the bowl of cake mix; half of it usually splattered down the side of the bowl while the cup landed on the floor.”
“That would drive me crazy!” says Wendy, “You must have a super abundance of patience.”
“Yeah, I suppose I do, but the point is, you’ve got to let your kids try things on their own, even if it makes a big mess.”
“And it’s all worth it,” replies Mark, “because when you’re a mother who’s gone all day at work, you can be rest assured about the kids keeping it all together at home.”
“Well, I wouldn’t go so far as to say that,” I reply, “did I ever tell you about the time they tried to get rid of an ant invasion by pouring bleach all over the porch?”
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