Making A Dough ( A lesson to be learned )

 Making A Dough ( A lesson to be learned )

So today, my sister asked me to mix a dough and make it ready. She gave me a container, which had all the mix ingredients in it. It looked oily and sticky, reflecting some light from it. I had no experience in this but me being a person who will try anything to keep boredom away. I took the container, with my left hand I held it tightly and made sure it wouldn't move.

With a rush of excitement, I molded it with amazing speed. Even punched it, pressed it, grabbed it and even squeezed it. I was actually enjoying myself, thinking I have a really good agility and strength for this.

When I realized, my hand was covered with sticky flour and dough. I didn't give much thought to it and kept molding it with the same speed, when eventually I got tried of it. My energy was exhausted but the sticky dough and flour never left my right hand.

So mustering again a bit of strength, I rushed to finish this task and I accidentally made so many banging noise. Which got my sister's attention.

" What are you doing ?"

" Molding the dough."

" Try being gentle with it, more patient and a bit caring." She said and went back to the kitchen to finish some other work.

With curiosity, I took my sister's advice and slowly I mixed, pressed and turned. Trying to make the perfect dough. Within a few minutes, the sticky flour covering my hand was gone. I was surprised and happy at the same time.

The dough was ready.

I realized that my sister knew this because she is a parent. When dealing with kids and teaching them the good things about life. You cannot rush things, force it on them and burden them expecting them to understand everything at once.

Instead be gentle, caring and patient, the right time will come.

This even applies to everything we do in our lives.