My Kids Were Here: Destroying the kitchen out of love

by Melody on November 14, 2013

Each week I will be sharing a different photo, something that throws me right back into the little moments of joy that my kids create.  Something that reminds me.  My kids were here.

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We’ve all read it.  Get your kids in the kitchen!  Let them help you!  Let them make messes, embrace the glorious mess!  They’re only young once!  Share your enthusiasm about cooking!

Lordy, this is so much easier said than done.  My kids love to help me in the kitchen and I do enjoy letting them be part of the process. As I’m repeating “Enjoy the journey, they won’t be young forever” over and over in my head, I’m lamenting the fact that there is shredded coconut all over the floor, something that looks like butter smeared in my hair and on my new shirt and half the chocolate chips have been inhaled by two little sneaky chefs.  I keep sneaking glances at the clock, knowing I could have folded 13 loads of laundry and scrubbed the bathroom floor in the amount of time it has taken us to successfully crack three eggs.

What I remind myself AFTER the floor has been mopped and I have showered the unknown substance out of my hair is that I do love the fact that they are learning what a cookie looks like from start to finish, that the enjoyment is in the journey.  What I can only hope is that they are learning that nothing coming out of a box can ever compare to a dish or treat baked with our two hands, a little patience and a lot of dishes and floury hands.

Cooking and baking is like therapy for me, taking humble ingredients and turning them into something delicious.  It’s also incredibly satisfying to serve my family something filling, hearty and delicious.  Some of my fondest memories of my childhood (okay, my whole life) are based around food.  What we ate, where we ate it, what we talked about when we ate, who made it and how.  Amid the frosting smeared on the ceiling (HOW?) and the broken eggshells we step on four days later, I remind myself that we are creating and maintaining relationships, with each other and our glorious food.

If you have a photo you would like to share, go ahead and send the photo to me at beautifulfrugallife {at} gmail {dot} com with the subject title “My Kids Were Here”.  Please include a paragraph or two letting us know what the photo means to you or what moment it represents.

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