Last year, the girlies sold homemade dog treats at a local craft show. It was such a smashing success that we decided to do it again this year. I really want our daughters to understand business, to connect work with money and to comprehend the ins out and outs of entrepreneurship. This is something I experienced being a part of my parents' snow removal company as a child. It made such an impression on me that I still have trouble when it snows. I have to restrain myself from loading the girlies into the truck and going out to shovel. It was such a great experience! So, just the other day, the girlies starting baking up their tasty Peanut Butter Dog Treats. And, rose-colored glasses I acquired a week after last year's craft show, fell to the floor and smashed into a million pieces.
I forgot how much I had to direct.
I forgot how I had to referee.
I forgot what a stinkin' mess it was.
I forgot...
and I was glad that, on account of having a little 6 month old Sweet Pea, I stuck with only one craft show again this year, instead of more. (Wisdom is a good thing, my fellow mamas.) Now that we're about 3 batches and 100+ hand-cut dog treats into this journey, I'm glad again that we're doing this. I can see the lessons being learned already. And, they aren't just lessons for the girlies. It's me too. Real life lessons, the ones really worth learning, are messy. It's not a pretty sight. It's down in the nitty-gritty where real life stuff is learned. And so yes, that's what I have a kitchen for... so three Blossoms can get covered in wheat flour, douse the floor in corn meal and roll out dough to their hearts' content. Somewhere in there, Skeeter, Scooter and Skipper are learning to work. To make those treats nice. To be careful to follow instructions. To work with their hands in delight. It's messy, but it's beautiful.
