Just like a recipe (for life)

It's a small white table, pre loved... With two wooden chairs tucked neatly under. Tonight it is the homework table. Some nights it is a dinner table. It is a place miss Seven likes to sit. She is not happy right now though. We have tried for some minutes to come to a shared understanding of her homework question. We have failed. I stop, we are silent, I can see she is tired and now increasingly frustrated. So much like me at times it is heartbreaking to watch. I think hard and in a moment of clarity I say lets read it like a recipe and step by step the question is answered beautifully. I tell miss seven that I am so proud that she persisted past her frustration to understanding. I tell myself the same.