I will never forget the very first time Oliver buttoned his own shirt up all by himself. I’m certain it was on a Sunday (every other day of the week he’s in t-shirts). And Sundays, when you’re married to a pastor, are a single-parent effort to get the kids fed, clean, and looking halfway decent before running out the door at 8:30am. So ever since Isaac, our 2 nd son, was born, I have been trying my best to teach Oliver, our oldest, to get ready by himself. I began teaching him how to bring his own cereal bowl over to the sink when he was finished with breakfast. I showed him how to brush his teeth all by himself. He quickly learned how to put on his own clothes…until it came to those pesky buttons. He worked at it relentlessly. He’s the kind of kid that wants to be independent, and he wants to know how to do stuff. But he’s also the kind of kid who gets extremely frustrated if the attempt is still unsuccessful after roughly 2 minutes. So we endured many Sunday