It started as I was making a birthday cake for my sister. (Nothing fancy, but I was whipping my own whipped cream.) As I finished up, I clicked the "beaters" out of my hand mixer and called my girls to the kitchen, just like my Mom always did "Whooooooo wants to lick the beaters???"
I will admit that in that moment I had this feelings of "Ta-da!!!", "I'm so proud I did this!", and "Yay! This is what 'good moms' (like mine) do!"
....Only my call to the kitchen was met by no one. So I repeated it. Louder of course. "WHOOOOO wants to lick the beaters??" My oldest looked up into the kitchen and said "What's a beater?"
I know it sounds dramatic, but it was as though life stood still for a minute. My thoughts of triumph turned into "OMG they don't know what beaters are?" to "Wait, have I ever used a hand mixer" to "Wow. I am nothing like the good moms. My kids don't even know how to lick the beaters."
So I brought them both into the kitchen, handed them each a beater (which, in my world as one of three children with 2 beaters was a privilege you fought for.) And my oldest half touched her tongue to it before discarding it in the sink because she didn't understand. Now don't panic, this was homemade whipped cream, so of course I rescued it and taught her how to try again.
What I learned in this experience was humbling. It got me thinking... yes, this just a "beater" but what other things have I neglected to do with them that are some of my favorite childhood memories... or just things I had always hoped I would do with my own children. For this week, we started slow...
- We baked muffins for breakfast on Sunday. Jiffy muffins, but they were muffins.
- I went to school and read with my oldest.
- I picked the girls up at school and took them for ice cream.
- I actually sat with each of them while they watched their favorite tv show. Now I know this sounds silly, but I remember sitting with my parents watching Full House, and I still turn it on and feel like I'm on my couch at home. Yet while working, I never took the time....their TV time was my work time.
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