Baby Ais, the batter-stirrer

Umi was rushing to make batter. Baby Ais tugged at my apron, wanting in. The fast way: "later, Umi's busy." But I paused and thought.

I gave her a little bowl and a wooden spoon. "This is Ais's job: stir this one." The batter was a mess, flour everywhere, and the kitchen took twice as long. But Baby Ais's face — feeling useful — was priceless.

A child allowed to help grows up feeling "I'm part of this family, I have a role." A child always waved aside because "it's faster alone" grows up feeling like a spectator. Today's mess is an investment in tomorrow's sense of worth.

The best of people are those most beneficial to others.

The cake came out a little dense. But Baby Ais ate it proudly because "Ais made it." And honestly, it was the best cake Umi ate all week.