A Small Milestone in a Big Knife

Last night our five year old asked if he could cut his own chicken.

He did not let go of the knife my husband handed him until he was done with his meal.

He described the differences between a “cutting knife” and a “spreading knife” in detail, as if he has been studying them to prepare for his big night. He asked when each of us first got to cut our own chicken, hoping that he had earned the right sooner than we had.

If it weren’t for my husband, I would have said, “not until you’re six.” But he was ready, and so proud of himself. Independence is critical to self-worth no matter how old you are.

Looking across the table at my grinning little boy, I marked the moment. The days of cutting my boys’ chicken for them are over.


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