Do you see those chocolate rice cakes with peanut butter spread over the top? The creamy nut butter fills the crevices and dips of the cake to provide each bite with a satisfying crunch and a smooth delight. They are delicious. My four year old made them.
I didn't know she could do this but she could. I thought that she might have trouble opening the peanut butter jar and then not being able to unwind the cakes. Then the peanut butter would probably be too tough for her to scoop out with a knife and spreading it around would be impossible. Then, for sure, she would slip off the stool she was on and knock a plate to the floor. If all went well there was no way she could safely navigate two plates from the counter to table without dropping one and having the dogs who were swirling around like sharks getting one.
But she did.
She was born almost five years ago and she couldn't do this.
She was one and she couldn't do this.
She was two and she couldn't do this.
She was three and she couldn't do this.
She is four and she did it.
What is holding me back? I can't do something has become an almost idiotic statement. No one does something until they do it. You don't make $100 until you make it and then you don't make $1,000,000 until you make it. You don't hike the Inca trail until you do it. You don't spend two weeks in Italy until you do it. Four year old kids can't spread peanut butter until they do it.
What have I learned? I learned to stop setting limits on her and myself. She can't do it right now, I can't do it right now but we will be able to in the future.