I hope they remember the cookies.

The boys gather on the other side of the bar and reach for the cookies I just placed on cooling racks. I tell them they have to wait a few minutes to let them cool, and they can hardly stand the anticipation.

They sit and talk to me as I continue with the business of my baking, methodically rotating cookies sheets and dough, and the timer with my thoughts. As they watch and wait, they sing my praises. 

“Out of all the homemade recipes, these are my favorite.”, says my 15 yr. old son, who has outgrown all the Christmas crafts and activities by now. I’m so thankful he’s not too old for cookies. 

“I love mom’s cookies because she makes everything from scratch.”, my 8 yr. old chimes in with this two cents, matter-of-factly, appreciating the ingredients of a homemade treat. He is my chef, after all. Of course, he would. 

My husband grabs one passing through the kitchen and declares with a warm mouthful, “These are the bomb!”

In this moment, I am happy. 

The thoughts I had racing a moment before have quieted, as if they want me to hear the words spoken over me as much as I do.

You are not a horrible mother, my heart translates their praise and I’m thankful for the reminder. 

I treasure up every kind word they’ve shared and I want to hold onto this moment forever. I begin to wonder if it’s possible that this memory of me could replace all of the bad ones. The memories of the “me” I’m not so proud of. I hope it can. 

The moment lingers for what feels like forever just for an instant, and then all of a sudden, the first batch of cookies is gone. 

“Man those are good!”, says my oldest. 

You’re good at baking, mom!”, says my little man. 

Then they’re gone, just like the cookies. 

The business of my baking picks back up and I find that rhythm again.

Cookie sheets and dough. 

My thoughts and the timer. 

I can’t stop thinking. Hoping. 

I hope they remember the cookies. 

I hope they remember the cookies

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Adrienne is a Florida homeschooling mom of two boys, follower of Jesus, and lover of words. She's an imperfect parent surviving on God's grace and mercy, lots of yoga, and regular doses of salty ocean air! Find her as @TheMommyMess on Twitter and connect with her on Facebook.

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    • says

      Thanks, Tamara! A girl can always hope that her loved ones remember her best, right? ;) I hope you and your family are blessed this holiday season!

  1. says

    There’s just something cool about seeing the kids eat up what you make. I made a new dish, a crock-pot cheeseburger recipe, and I wasn’t sure what to expect. The bowl’s cleaned out, and feet are up on the couch. I think it went well!

    What I hope you see in your story is that what your family did with your cookies is what they do with your love – they come and get it, help themselves to plenty, and move on. With the cookies, there’s tangible evidence that might not be there day to day, but trust me, it’s there.
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  2. says

    Yes, the cookies they will remember and appreciate, as well as the many moments you spent together as you taught and learned in your homeschooling years. That is one of the main reasons I chose to homeschool my kids, to share the everyday moments, good, bad, all of it. What an awesome mom you are, and I bet you bake really good cookies. :)
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    • says

      Thanks, Laurie. My days are filled with plenty of those not so pleasant crappy mom moments lately. I cherished this snippet of time over the past weekend with them. It probably wasn’t but 5 minutes for them, but it felt like forever for me. As always, thank you for your kind words and homeschool encouragement. XO

  3. says

    We had a cookie making day last weekend, and I remember that happy feeling as they were helping me measure and waiting not-so-patiently. I hope they remember those moments, too. And the cookies. :)
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