The other day my disgruntled daughter asked me why I wasn’t like the other moms.
The ones who greet their children at the door with food after school.
She explained in great detail with arms waving and a look of exasperation in her eyes that other moms baked cookies and brownies and put peanut butter on celery with raisins and cut hearts out of sandwiches.
And one mom even had enchiladas waiting on the stove.
Is this an after-school food network special?
Isn’t that how being a mom works?
Just when you think you’ve got all the bases covered.
Just when you think you’ve got all the boxes checked.
They go and up the enchilada game.
And so I sighed inwardly and resolved to try harder and then out of curiosity I asked her what snack she wished her mom would have waiting on the counter when she arrived home from middle school.
“Cookies,” she promptly replied.
“Homemade cookies are my favorite.“
Oh good I thought. That’s easy.
I’m pretty sure that slice and bake count as homemade.
And then she paused.
And added with a dreamy look in her eyes, “And maybe you could put them on a plate. And add a note.”
“Yes,” she said excitedly, warming to her subject. “A note. That would be perfect. I saw that in a movie once where a mom left her kids cookies on the counter with a note.”
I repeated the story to my husband when he got home from work.
I told him about enchildadas and the snacks and celery with raisins and the other moms and the whole cookie plate with the note.
“Can you believe she said she saw it in a movie?” I told him and laughed.
“Who does that?”
He smiled back at me and his eyes twinkled.
“Wanting life to be a little like a Hallmark movie? That’s crazy,” he said.
“And it sounds exactly like someone else I know,” he finished with a grin.
I better get baking. 🙂