My daughter loves to ‘help’ me with whatever it is I’m doing. Whether it’s sweeping the kitchen floor, filling in paperwork, hanging out the washing or making tea I’ll always hear those four terrifying words, ‘Mummy, I help you?’ I use the term ‘terrifying’ because they fill me with terror. Obviously she believes she’s ‘helping’ me, but what I actually get is a dirtier floor, toddler scribbles all over passport applications, clean wet washing strewn all over the garden and squashed mushrooms festering in toy kitchen colanders. ‘Help’ from my little girl adds a lot more stress to my day.
However, I just can’t bring myself to say ‘no’ to her. Letting her help makes her feel valued and listened to. In her world she wants to be with Mummy and wants to be like Mummy. It’s something I struggle with because I really can’t understand why she would want to be with me and try to be like me, but it’s simply because I’m Mummy. One day she’ll be much older and the roles will be reversed. I’ll be asking her for help, and if I haven’t said, ‘Yes’ to her when she’s three, what’s to say she’ll say ‘Yes’ to me when she’s thirteen?!
So for now, as I hear those four little words, ‘Mummy, I help you?’ I will continue to take a deep breath and respond, ‘Of course, Darling. Thank you so much for offering!’ 😉