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Sometimes you just need to bake. No, really, you just do. Like at least once per week. Remember being a kid and getting the homemade cookie in your lunch? Well, I hope you do. I know I do. I remember feeling like a huge dork because my mom made everything, especially cookies and other foods. Now, I realize just how cool that was.
So, I whipped up some cookies [to gift as a present] and to give to the girl for her lunch today. And for us to eat while we watched Weeds last night and Supernanny.
We were talking on the way home from church Sunday about the things that we have done in our life that weren’t “logical” but we wouldn’t trade for anything. Parenting is at the top of that list — it makes little to no financial sense, takes up a ton of time, gives a lot of frustration, and is a huge responsibility and liability. But we wouldn’t trade it for the world. I am not sure how I got my selfish body out of bed every day before I had my children or what I could have possibly done with all that extra time that I know I had and didn’t realize I had. I hope I was really well rested because I could go for a few days of sleep now. Or a few days of not having to do some of the lesser than glamorous things I do on a daily basis… Hourly basis… You understand.
I say this because I lived for most of my life assuming that parents were simply crazy and that I wasn’t sure why they told me they love me and all that mess. But I can say now that I sure do love my kids and I never understood that type of love — it doesn’t make sense to love something that just wants to grow up and be different than you — until I was pregnant, but particularly after they were born. I absolutely know that in their sweet child minds that do really adore us, that they will have no idea at all what it is to love something so oddly and absolutely as when they have their own kids. And hopefully, they will bake vegan cookies for their kids. And pray that they will grow up and remain thinking individuals who want to better the world and their society. But most of all, I hope they experience the same type of absolute love that we have for them.
newton dominey said,
August 31, 2007 at 2:42 pm
yeah, those cookies were the bees knees. for the record, i didn’t get a whole lot of homemade anything in my lunch box, unless slice & bake counts as homemade. mom didn’t do much cooking or sewing or clothing us in purple like the psalms or proverbs or whatever says makes a good mom. whatev. i thought she was pretty bad ass.
maybe that gets to your point a little bit. you think your mom’s cool now that you’ve got kids, and she’s different than my mom in most ways from what i gather. but…there’s no denying their impact on us and love for us. pretty cool, huh?