As grandparents we love seeing or hearing about all of the firsts. Those thrilling moments when we see the little ones we love master a developmental skill. The first time they grasp our finger, roll over, learn to crawl, those first steps, those first words, big kid undies, mastering the tricycle, the removal of training wheels, and on, and on as they grow.
This picture caught another first for ME at least. One that was filled with more nervousness than excitement at first. My ten year old granddaughter came over one afternoon after school. While here she said she needed to take a snack to school the next day to share with her class so we made up a batch of peanut butter cookies.
She did all of the measuring, mixing, and filling of the cookies sheets. She and I have cooked in my kitchen many, many times. BUT, on this day she asked if she could put the cookies in the HOT oven herself. She assured me that she does it all the time at home. Oh boy, she was ready but was I for this first. The feelings that came over me was much like pushing her off on her first attempt on a two wheeler without the training wheels. Knowing there must be a few bumps and scrapes involved to master the skill. I didn't want any kind of injury so I equipped her with huge hot pad mittens that went clear up to her elbows to get the cookie sheets in and out of the oven.
Although it wasn't a first for her it was for me. I couldn't have been more proud of her confidence, the caution she demonstrated, and the encouraging words to get ME through it.
Great job Sweet Girl!
What is the most recent first that you have encountered?