Baking a batch of memories

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If you knew today was the last day of your life, would you still do what you’re going to do?

This is a question that was posed to me today and it really got me thinking.

I so often get lost in the details of running my home and my family that I find myself so immersed in laundry, dishes, writing, bills, making lunches, checking homework, running to after-school activities that it’s only late at night that I realise I missed out on so many opportunities to spend time – real time – with my family. Our lives consist of endless rushing from the time we wake up until we get to bed that there are hardly gaps to breathe and notice one another. It’s hard! And I don’t know how to slow down. There is no give. Life is just crazy right now.

This weekend, I found a gap and boy, did I grab hold. The big kids had play-dates and Baby G and I were blissfully alone with nothing to do. Sure, my laundry was (correction – still is) piled to the sky but I decided that it could wait. We were going to bake.

If there is any activity sweeter than kneading dough with a four year old, I’m yet to experience it. Those little fat hands squishing the dough just about melted me into a puddle.

Baking with Baby G is delicious.

While we baked, we chatted. She told me that she misses me when she is at daycare. I told her that I am proud of the big girl she is growing up to be. She told me that her favourite colour is pink. I acted surprised. I told her that of all the baby girls in the world, she is my favourite. She told me that I am the most beautifullest mummy ever, all the way to fairyland and also 7-35 and also as high as the balcony. I told her I loved her when she was in my tummy. She told me she didn’t like it in my tummy because it was dark and ‘squooshy”. I asked her if she was happy when she came out and she said yes, because she could see the part of my face where my voice came from. I pretended I didn’t see her sneaking tastes of the cookie dough. She thrilled in getting her hands dirty. We rolled and cut and had lengthy debates about where on the baking trays each heart should go and how many of each size we should make. We giggled about farts and burps. She said “boobies” and fell about laughing with tears of mirth. I lost myself in her innocence.We kneaded dough and strengthened our bond.

Bonding over cookie dough.

I realised, as we baked together, that this is the meaning of my life. This is what I will remember one day when I’m old and I look back fondly on the time my kids were little. The endless schlepping in the car from footy to gymnastics to dancing – these things are important and necessary, but they won’t be remembered. It’s the gaps in-between that count. These little moments that we find to bake, to play cars, to colour. This is what memories are made of.

easy cookie cutter recipe

Baking a batch of memories

After we finished cutting out two dozen heart-shaped biscuits (what else for a fairy princess?), we popped them in the oven and used the waiting time to refresh our manicures. She chose hot pink and again I convincingly acted surprised. When the timer beeped, we got our heart biscuits, sprinkled them with edible glitter (apparently when you eat it, you develop a sparkling personality…) and packaged them in pretty little gift boxes. That night, we gave out our love-cookies to the people we love and they were received with great happiness.

Gift of love

A gift of LOVE

Baking with my Baby G was a rare treat. It’s something I positively and absolutely loved doing. So much so, that this afternoon, I grabbed a half an hour and repeated the process with Little Man. This time, instead of hearts we made Star Wars fighter ships. Who knew something called the Death Star could be made with such love. Tonight at bed time, Little Man, wrapped his arms around my neck and said that baking with me was the best part of his day. It was just half an hour. 

Dishes can wait.

Laundry can wait.

Bills can wait.

Phonecalls can wait.

Time can’t wait. Time doesn’t wait. 

I’m going to blink and these little people – who, for now, see me as the beginning and the end of the universe – are going to be all grown up. I want to make sure that when that day comes, they will look back and smile and remember the little moments like these. I know I will.

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  1. says

    This is one of the memories that you will pull out and revisit, holding it close to your heart, after the kids have moved out and grown up.
    Lucky Baby G! She’ll pull it out and hold it close one day, too.

  2. says

    I love this post! My mother is always telling me that the housework will wait and to spend time with my kids because it goes way too fast! I love the conversation you and your daughter had. Thanks for the reminder!

  3. says

    This is beautiful!! My eyes are full of tears. These are the memories she will have forever. I remember my mom in the kitchen. I remember my children helping me in the kitchen. I will do something like this very soon with my kiddos. Thanks for the post!

  4. says

    One of my favorite memories of my childhood is baking chocolate chip cookies with my aunt. I have baked several times with my older one and as soon as the younger is big enough, she’ll get to join in, too. :)

  5. ariel says

    its kinda hard to live in a messy house will drive my hb crazy. its not too hard to keep clean, put away all the stuff immediately so no mess created. Then clean the whole house at least once a week only takes 2 hours the most, alternate days clean the toilets, make the kids clean up their own messes. split up your chores, just spend an hour or 2 a day its totally possible. I cook 2 meals a day, their lunches and dinners from scratch. While the kids are playing on their own start tidying up bit here and there and its possible. I mean we dont have to be super clean but at leats vacum once or twice a week, dust/ wipe down furniture once a week, the thing is when we allow the house to be messy all the time kids think its ok to do so thus when they grow up they will think mess its an ok thing, one of my neighbor she is super clean perhaps too clean but her kid pick up and clean up they learn from their mom, at night when they all go to sleep clean a little here and there and the house will be spick and span. I feel good when the carpet is clean.

    Kids also need to know how to play on their own at least couple hours and the rest we could spend some time with them, I have walked in someone house of mess upstairs and I nearly passed out, downstair was clean but all the things were dumped upstairs things were all over especially the main master bedroom it was a wreck.

    Another tip is dont buy too many things in the house, the thing is it happens when we stay at home with them have a tendency to shop, less things equals less mess, also too many toys is unnecessary. just buy main toys eg, lego excellent as you can build stuff with it and not grow out of it, kids get more creative with less than too many they get overwhelm, the more they have it makes them unappreciative of the amount of toys they have. I used to have nothing as a child just one small basket and I treasure every single one of them.

  6. says

    Congratulations!!! I’m doing a happy dance for you too!!! Fly high Michelle! spread those wings and open up the universe and all it’s treasures to your audience. I look forward to discovering BonBonbreak through all the inspirational people who write for it!!


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