After a two week hiatus (due to Easter travel and Erin's First Communion), we're back to Cupcake Sundays. Today's choice: cinnamon roll cupcakes. My girl is always thinking, as she told me while these baked that since they're 'technically cinnamon rolls', they should be great for breakfast in the morning. AND, she said, scrambled eggs would be really good with these cupcakes, too. Smart cookie, eh?

While the cupcakes were a hit, and we had the usual learning of measurements and Erin even learned why it's easier to fish an errant eggshell out of the bowl with another piece of eggshell rather than her fingers, what really struck me about today's time in the kitchen was Erin's affinity for lists. Sure, I've seen them in her room (lists of which cupcakes look good, her friends' names, names of fairies she wants to draw, etc), it wasn't until I saw this on the table that I really took notice of just how diligent she is about recording her thoughts through lists.

 

She's keeping track of our recipes on –what else– a list that documents the type of cupcake, how it tastes, how it looks, if it was fun to make and how it rates (on a scale of 1-10). Can I just tell you how much I love (LOVE) that she does this? Probably because it reminds me of me at that age; I remember making list after list. I won't lie and tell you that I remember what the lists were about (though I know they weren't about cupcakes), but I know that my Type A personality was all warm and fuzzy whenever a list was involved. I think it's funny (funny as in interesting, not ha-ha funny) that I was first born and Erin is the baby; I was painfully shy and she is anything but; I was a quiet bookworm and she's a social butterfly. Yet we both love lists.

Got me to thinking about what I can do for this girl as her mom, seeing as how we're so very different. Of course, there's the obvious food, shelter, blah, blah, blah that I'm responsible for. But I hope to be more. I hope to instill  a sense of independence, a confidence that will carry her through whatever challenges she faces, a fierce yet loving spirit that I truly believe is already there but just needs to be coaxed, nurtured and protected.

I want to surround her with other strong women, all remarkable in their own way, to be tangible examples of strength. I want to encourage her to develop friendships with other females early in life. With few exceptions, I didn't. I hope she will. I want her to really believe me, because she witnesses it, when I say 'you can do anything you want to do.'  I want her to follow her bliss, maintain her sense of wonder and keep her bright, shiny personality.

But, in a very real sense, what I want isn't important. What SHE wants is important. What makes HER happy is what's important. And I think that my most important job is instilling in her the wisdom to KNOW that she is enough, just as she is. The rest; well, I have a hunch that will all fall into place when the time is right.

Just for the record, her aspiration right now is to be a 'cupcake chef' with her own 'cupcake restaurant'. I still get to be her assistant :)