If You Give a Girl a Knife


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Adolescence, Childrearing, Children's Books, Confidence, Cooking, Daughters, Encouragement, Food, Girls, Mothering, Mothers and Daughters, Teenager | Posted on 13-05-2016

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When my daughter was three, we gave her a mini kitchen with pots and pans and bins of plastic food. Pies! Peas! Corn! Sushi! Cupcakes! Fried Chicken!

She loved everything about food preparation and serving. She would “roast” a fake chicken, “bake” pies, and “chop” floppy carrots. For years, she would prep and serve us at her cafe. When she was older, she would write menus for us to order from. And she would expect payment.

Now at 13, her time spent in the kitchen has lessened and her cooking is infrequent. However, if you give that girl a knife, she’ll make a fruit plate in minutes. She chops vegetables like a Kitchen Knife Ninja.

On the sidelines at a recent soccer game, I was talking to some mothers about daughters and their lack of interest in cooking. I told my “knife story” about how my daughter is a pro with a knife.

One of the Moms looked at me like I was insane. You give her knives?? That’s scary!

Um. Pioneer women sliced open buffalo with knives.

It’s not like I handed my daughter a knife and ordered Chop Now! It began with safety skills. Duh. Don’t slice toward your hand. Watch those fingers.

Kitchen skills are about teaching confidence, self sufficiency, survival. Kitchen skills are life skills.

I mean, what would she do if she encountered pineapple?

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Still Girls


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Adolescence, Daughters, Girlfriends, Girls, Mothers and Daughters, Teenagers | Posted on 21-10-2013

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Golly. I love my daughter. She just turned eleven.

Still innocent.

Still sweet.

Still a girl.

At her birthday party, it was a bunch of girls like her.

One burped louder than a boy.

One said she never brushes her hair.

One talked your ear off about horses. And candy.

They all showed up in t-shirts. They all laughed heartily.

Ah. Still girls. Before the make-up. Before the boys. They were their sweet selves.

We went to a trampoline place where they jumped themselves silly.

A group of teenager girls came in. Their t-shirts were tighter. Shorts were shorter. Lots of eye make-up. They were showing off in front of the teenager boys. They wanted to be noticed.

Are we there yet? No. Thank goodness!

I’ll take the unbrushed hair, loud burps, hearty laughs, fresh faced-innocence any day!