|Three bakers, hard at work|
They want my help too. They yell into the living room, "Which of these is the half teaspoon?" It takes a lot of motherly restraint for me to just yell back, "You guys can figure it out, I'm sure of it!" and they do.
They are growing up so much lately, and I think more and more about these people they are becoming. I think about the fact that one day, not too very long from now, they will each pack up their belongings and leave my house. Will I have given them everything they need?
Someday my role will be to always be in the living room as they attempt new things, make mistakes, and figure out their own paths over in the kitchen. That sometimes they might call to me from their kitchen-lives, "Is this right?" and how I'll answer back, "You can figure that out, I'm sure of it!"
I just want to make sure they understand that I will always be there for them. I'll be just over in the living room, ready to give them encouragement, and maybe advice, but not solve their problems for them.
I am confident they will find their own ways to make the cookies.
I consider it an honor to be able to watch it happen.
|They were delicious!|