I love to bake. Cookies, pies, cakes, desserts of all kinds. I don't much care for cooking dinner unless I have the time and energy to try some new exquisite dish.
But I love to BAKE! The smell of melting butter, toasting sugar, warm vanilla, and decadent chocolate fills every cranny of my house and (I believe) its mist is capable of smoothing the edges of a rough day.
This week I will prepare to bake my twins 5th birthday cakes!! Should I use bittersweet chocolate for just such an occasion? I think of this year as just that....bittersweet! While I'm proud of them and myself for getting them this far mostly unscathed and uncracked, it is a little sad that, for all intensive purposes, they are no longer my baby boys.
Nope. They are kids. They have achieved the smell that school aged kids aquire after just 5 minutes outside no matter the weather. Like puppies. And next August they
will be school kids. (tear) And it feels as though I will have to share them with the rest of the world. There lives are no longer going to be all mine to witness. And while I want them to grow and become happy, productive people, a tiny piece of me wants to hold them close and keep them all to myself forever.
But thus free-eth a hair of time for me. Course the littlest guy will still be clinging to my leg and babydom for a few more years. So I'll be alright. And the big guys will too.
Devon asked me, quite out of the blue yesterday, "Mom, why does everything change?" I'm not sure what prompted the question. (I think it was the spongy crab and octopus creatures that we've been growing in water for 4 days.) But it was a profound question, none-the-less. I wonder that myself.
I'm sure there is a time, a moment, a memory in all our lives that we wish we could capture and keep it with us always. What is your's?
While I ponder just such a moment for my own, I imagine for most of us it is not the time we won the science fair in grade school, nor our wedding day, or even the birth of a child. It's that day that we were all together, happy, healthy, maybe just sharing a bowl of canned soup and Saltines, but laughing at the baby's silly faces. Or an evening walk around the neighborhood, the boys splashing through puddles on their training wheels, the baby pointing at a passing helicopter, and my husband and I imagining where we'd be happiest in the next ten years. All the time not realizing we were already there.
I'll bake my cakes for this weekend. They'll be perfect little representations of the precious care and work that went into the last 5 years. And they too will melt away with each bite. Everything changes, Devon. So, enjoy each moment. You are going to miss this when its over.
Tell us about that moment you'd freeze forever if you could.
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mmmm those cupcakes look beautiful!