Tonight during a car ride, my eldest daughter (age 9) told me that she likes making bets with herself, like to see if she can accomplish a particular goal or avoid a negative outcome. She said she makes the part of her that doubts herself bet against the “real her,” and the bet is that the self-doubt has to apologize and admit it was wrong.
There is absolutely a point you reach with your children where you realize that they are “wisdom amplification machines.” For each life lesson or bit of savvy you impart, they’re giving you back ten. I didn’t know it would come so early, but I am more glad of it than I could ever share.