B is 4 ½ now and quite independent. He does
have some responsibilities around meal time like emptying any leftover food off
of his plate (yes, a couple of times the plate has fallen in –
after having to retrieve it out of the “muck” a couple of times, he quickly
learned to hang on tight). Once he is done this, he puts his plate and utensils
in the dishwasher.
Up until now, we’ve been reminding him to ask nicely for what he would like i.e. “May I please have a glass of
juice?” rather than “I’m thirsty” or “can I have a drink?”. If he starts with
the latter examples then we usually respond with “pardon me” or “what’s that?”
to which he responds with the appropriate more polite line. For the most part,
all of his requests these days are polite. However, at this point, the demands sometime
wear on me. Some of these demands include: preparing a snack or drink, putting
a movie on, getting out his art supplies, and so on.
So on the weekend when he asked for a jam
sandwich, I told him he could make his own. I got the bread, jam, and butter
knife (yes I said knife) out for him, along with a plate and away he went happily jamming his
slice of bread. Despite having a little more jam on the bread than what I would
find to be appealing, there was no damage done and no mess left behind. Even
better, he was so proud of himself and actually enjoyed making the food for
himself. Hmph.. wonder how many jam sandwiches I made for him when he was
perfectly capable of making his own.
The next night, DH and I were sitting on
the couch and he came in the living room and, again, asked for a jam sandwich.
This time I told him he could go and get the fixings and make it himself. I
fully expected to hear him ask for help to get something but he didn’t. After
some rustling in the kitchen he came back into the living room with his piece
of bread which was loaded with jam and had some goldfish crackers scattered
atop. DH was impressed. However, more critical than I, he remarked – “Yes, but did
you clean up after yourself?” Without hesitation, B proclaimed that he had. He
told us that he had put the bread away, and put the jam in the fridge, and put
the knife in the dishwasher. Sure enough, he had!
Rest assured this little boy is well on his
way to being able to feed himself when he leaves home. I actually had a
roommate in university that couldn’t even make a pot of Kraft Dinner since they
never had to prepare a meal at home.