How I Helped My 12-Year-Old Daughter In Establishing her Own Business?

The business world has an open door policy for everyone and everyone, despite their age, gender, religion can step inside it. Here is a story of a young girl and how her business came to be.

How I Helped My 12-Year-Old Daughter In Establishing her Own Business?

I always thought that being a mother was the greatest feeling in the world. Well, it certainly is up there amongst the top 5, but for me it is not the first.

The greatest emotion a person feels is when their child accomplishes all that he or she had always wanted.

The kind of elation and euphoria you see of their faces then is bound to fill up your heart to the brim and there is a possibility that some emotions might even spill out.

I am a stay at home mom, for me my child and her happiness has been a priority since the day I knew she was going to enter my life.

I did have a job, but I let it go. Now, my only job was my daughter and all that she needed from me.

Some might think that I am living in the previous century, where all that was asked of women was to bear and nurture the kids. They might even be right, but when I help my child in doing things that she loves, I feel more than accomplished myself.

Being a mother is no less a job than any other in this world, the only difference is the remuneration, which comes with constant hugs, kisses , twinkling eyes and a mega-watt toothy smile.

So, here is my story of accomplishment with my daughter and her business.


The Skills of an Expert

I am not trying to be overtly proud when I say that my child is special and has always been that way.

But my daughter is more than special.

If I start telling you about all of her skill sets, both of us would be sitting here for a long-long time and we do not want that.

So, I would just sum up the best qualities in her repertoire,

She is extremely intelligent, a straight A student. Her teachers only give raving comments on her work.

She is an athlete, the fast sprinter in her school. I think it’s her father’s genes responsible for that, her limbs are extremely long for a 12-year old.

However, more than studies and sports, she is a chef at heart. I feel absolute no shame in saying that my daughter cooks better than me.

She loves cooking more than even I love it.

Despite being exhausted from school and PT;

Despite having to do a ton of homework that day;

Despite being sick with fever and a clogged nose;

She would still help me in preparing dinner for us. I do the heavy chopping, but the rest is all her. She is the executive chef and I am the sous chef. And for once in my life, I do not mind being the second in command; rather I love being ordered around by my 12-year-old.


The Squashed Dream

So, when she mentioned that she wanted to be a professional chef and go to culinary school when she grew up, I was the least bit surprised.

However, she could not wait to kick-start her career. She wanted to do it right then and let the entire world know what a gem they are going to be given the privilege of knowing.

She wanted to do that by participating in the Junior Bake Off competition and win it. With her skills, I knew she would most definitely knock the socks off the judges.

In spite of having the skills, the confidence and the best recipe, she did not get selected.

I am not blaming the judges or the competition for being unfair to a little girl and squash her dream of being a champion baker. My daughter was not used to cooking on a timeline and a competition has time limitation.

She lost track of time and her beautiful raspberry rainbow cake was undercooked. There was absolutely no chance of it making the cut.

It broke my heart seeing her face when the timer rang. Watching her cry almost made me cry, but I had to be supportive and I was.

The ride home after that contest was excruciating. She did not speak a word and the weeks that followed were as tense as that day.

She never offered to cook dinner anymore;

She was not watching any of her favourite cooking shows on TV;

She was not pointing out how much better dinner could be, if we added a spice or more.

I knew I had to do something to get her out of the funk she was in.


The Mother-Daughter Business Duo

The opportunity came when my best friend’s caterer bailed on her last minute and she had no food to serve to the fifty people who were going to come to her son’s first birthday party the next day.

I came to the rescue for her and my daughter.

When I told her about the problem Auntie Jane was facing, and how only we could help her, she took about a minute to get back into her executive chef persona.

We did all the grocery shopping the same day and the next morning we were up by 4 and into the kitchen to start the prep.

From entrees to main course and the dessert, my daughter nailed every single dish.

When the guests got to taste her magic, almost all of them asked about the caterer and their disbelief upon hearing that it was a 12-year-old was hilarious and endearing at the same time. My daughter lapped up all the compliments she received and her confidence was back with a bang.

It was her, who suggested that we start our own catering service. And I could not have agreed more.

We took doorstep loans to pay for the costs of patenting our business’s name. I could have very easily given her the money, but she wanted to it herself and pay the loan and interest with the income from the business. 

With mine and my husband’s contacts, we were never in dearth of clients. By the time my daughter would become an adult, she would have a thriving business that she built herself. I do not know many children who can say that and this is what makes me extremely proud of her.


A Side Note

There are so many mothers, who have blatantly shown their disapproval in me and the business I have going on for my daughter. Some have gone so far ahead to use the phrase child exploitation.

To all of them, I only have one thing to say. The day my daughter says that the business is too much for her or I feel that she is unable to handle it; I will personally wind it up.

Until then, if it gives her happiness, it makes me happy.