I don’t claim to be a master in the kitchen. (A master chef, if you will). I can hold my own, and I make a mean béchamel sauce. Mostly, though, my positive culinary experiences are due to the result of good timing, a good sense of humor, and good adaptability skills. And a whole heaping tablespoon of luck.
(See what I did there?)
Interestingly, my first pancake is always a winner.
No really. You can ask my kids.
Kids are like pancakes, they* say though, the first one’s always a throwaway.
It seems that my parenting skills, like my cooking skills, are also the result of good timing, a sense of humor, and good adaptability skills. AND LUCK.
Because my first kid? Not really much of a throwaway.
In fact, she’s pretty freaking awesome, and not just because she’s cleans my baseboards whenever she has parties.
But how is it that when I wake up tomorrow morning (to take my firstborn to get her G1) I will be the mama of a SIXTEEN-year-old person?