She is experiencing anxiety. The kind of anxiety that comes from fear…. from loss. Dramatic, I know. But I’m the mom.
It feels dramatic to me.
My small girl was a champ when I traveled for for the better part of six weeks for the book tour. When Mom, Incorporated came out, she was one of my biggest fans. She just didn’t really sign up for all the time I would be gone. And she barreled through it. She stifled her, “I miss you, Mommy’s” until the last week.
But now? She doesn’t want me out of her sight. So a day like today….an every-day-average-no-big-deal-kind-of-day is JUST the thing that means the world to her. (and to the small dude if we are being honest)
We baked Holiday cookies… and FUDGE. In fact, she asked to make ‘something’ all by herself and we decided the fudge would be just the thing.
She crushed the candy canes. She measured and melted the chocolate chips. This fudge has her name all over it.
And it is divine.
I’ll be honest. They fought over who would crack the eggs. And who would measure the vanilla. And who would beat the gooey butter cake batter. And who’s beater had more batter.
But we still laughed. And they still covered me in candy cane and flour kisses. And they still know that when I’m with them, I’m present. I may not be home 365 days a year, but when I AM home…. when I promise to BE with them, I keep that promise.
How else could I share my mad baking skills?
(And when they take some of those treats to school tomorrow – especially that peppermint fudge!! – we’ll be taking orders)