Some people think I’m too hard on her. Especially when they see her up on that little step stool, scrubbing her cereal bowl before school. But I don’t see it that way.
She’s eight. Not helpless.
I grew up with a mum who did everything for us—and I mean everything. Laundry, dishes, even brushing our hair until we were way too old. And when she passed suddenly, I realized I didn’t know how to function on my own. It terrified me.
So I swore my daughter, Kaia, would grow up different.
She makes her own toast in the morning. Picks her outfit the night before. Packs her lunchbox—even if it’s just crackers and fruit some days. And yes, she does the dishes after she eats.
Not because I’m lazy. But because I want her to feel capable.
The first few weeks were rough. She’d cry and say, “Why can’t you do it?” And trust me, I wanted to swoop in and do it all. But I held my ground.
Now she hums while she washes. Sometimes even wipes the counter without me asking.
The judgment from others still comes, though. There are people who think I’m being too hard on her, that I should let her be a kid and not burden her with “adult” tasks. And I get it. It looks unusual, I suppose. A child doing the dishes and making breakfast before school. It’s not the norm, and I know people want to judge what they don’t understand.
But I’ve seen the difference. Kaia has grown more responsible, more independent, and a lot more confident. There’s something empowering about knowing you can handle things on your own, and I want her to know that feeling. I want her to be strong, emotionally and physically, and understand that she has the ability to take care of herself—and others—when the time comes.
Last week, I got a message from one of Kaia’s teachers. It was a simple, polite note, asking if I could pick her up a little earlier from school that day because there was a parent-teacher meeting. I agreed, but there was a small part of me that felt weird. I was always the one who had to rearrange my schedule to make things work for Kaia. It wasn’t that I minded, but I couldn’t help but wonder—was I doing enough for her? Was I teaching her how to balance her own needs and responsibilities?
The next morning, Kaia surprised me. As I walked into the kitchen, ready to make my usual cup of coffee and start my workday, I found her standing there, hands on her hips, looking at the sink.
“Can you grab your own coffee today, Mum?” she asked, her little voice soft but firm. “I’m going to do the dishes, and I don’t want to have to rewash them because you leave a mess.”
I blinked, trying to hold back a laugh. This was new territory. Kaia had always been the one to do the dishes, but I hadn’t expected her to take it to this level. I could see she was serious.
“You want me to make my own coffee?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
She nodded. “Yes, I’m busy, Mum. I’m going to clean up the kitchen and do the laundry after school. You can make your own coffee.”
I stood there for a moment, taken aback. She wasn’t just helping; she was actively taking charge of the house. And somehow, I felt proud. It was as if she had taken everything I had taught her and built on it, creating her own little routine.
The day went by, and I kept thinking about her words. I had been so focused on raising an independent child that I hadn’t stopped to think about how it might be shaping her. Was she growing too fast? Was I pushing her too hard?
When I picked her up from school that afternoon, she came running to me with a big grin on her face.
“Mum! I got a gold star for helping in class today!” she exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement. “I was the only one who remembered to put the chairs back in the right place!”
My heart swelled with pride, and I knew that what I was doing, even though it was hard, was paying off in ways I hadn’t imagined. Kaia wasn’t just responsible; she was developing the kind of confidence that made her proud of the small things she accomplished.
But there was another side to this story—one I didn’t expect to confront so soon. That evening, when Kaia was getting ready for bed, she came to me, her little brow furrowed with concern.
“Mum,” she said softly, “Am I doing too much?”
My heart skipped a beat. I kneeled down in front of her, brushing a lock of hair from her face.
“What do you mean, sweetheart?” I asked gently.
She sighed. “Well… sometimes I feel like I’m always doing stuff. I make breakfast, clean the dishes, fold the laundry, and then at school, I have to do my homework. It’s a lot, Mum. I’m just tired sometimes.”
The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. I had been so focused on teaching her to be independent that I hadn’t considered whether I was asking too much of her. Was I pushing her too hard? Was I giving her the chance to just be a kid?
I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug. “I’m so sorry, Kaia. I never wanted to make you feel like you have to do all these things. You are still a kid, and you deserve to play and have fun too.”
Her voice was small as she whispered, “I just want to help. I want to be good at things.”
I kissed her forehead. “I know you do, and you are. But it’s okay to rest. It’s okay to ask for help, too. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do everything by yourself.”
That night, I lay awake, thinking about everything she had said. I realized that while I wanted her to be independent, I also needed to make sure she wasn’t overburdened. I didn’t want to push her into becoming someone she wasn’t ready to be.
The next day, I made some changes. I took over a few of her chores—just enough to give her some space. I made her breakfast, let her sleep in a little longer, and even did some of the dishes myself. Kaia was surprised at first, but she smiled and thanked me.
“Mum, you didn’t have to do that,” she said. “I like helping. But it’s nice to not have to do everything all the time.”
And that was the turning point. I learned something important that day. It wasn’t about teaching Kaia to do everything herself, or about pushing her to grow up faster. It was about balance. It was about teaching her how to take responsibility without overwhelming her, and how to ask for help when she needed it.
The lesson wasn’t just for her; it was for me, too. I realized that as a parent, I needed to find the right balance between fostering independence and allowing her to experience the carefree joy of childhood. And sometimes, that meant letting go a little.
Over time, Kaia learned to ask for help when she needed it, and I learned to step back when she was ready to handle things on her own. We found a rhythm, a way of sharing responsibilities that worked for both of us.
And that’s when I truly realized the most important thing: parenting isn’t just about teaching your child how to be strong or independent. It’s about helping them navigate the world in a way that allows them to grow at their own pace, to learn when to ask for help, and to understand that it’s okay to rest and just be a kid sometimes.
So, to all the parents out there, remember: it’s okay to let your child be little. It’s okay to let them take breaks, to give them room to breathe. And while it’s important to teach responsibility, it’s equally important to teach them that they don’t have to do everything on their own.
Thanks for reading, and if you think this story might resonate with someone else, please share it. Let’s remind each other that parenting is about finding the right balance, and that’s what makes all the difference.
