It is so easy to rush through life, making lists, checking off our accomplishments, cramming as much in as we possibly can. But it’s really the little things that are important. And it means slowing down to savor those experiences.
That’s where grandchildren come in. I supplied the Easter cut-out cookies, my daughter contributed the brilliant icing colors, and my grandson provided the joy. Who knew a 22-month-old could spend over an hour dabbing frosting on cookies? It did me a world of good to shove my perfectionist tendencies aside and embrace his approach to slathering color at will on the fanciful shapes. Purple duck? Why not! Spotted carrots? Creativity! Broken cookie? Samples! Mixed up frosting? New colors!
The results were delightful, and I smile every time I open the cookie jar and survey the intense hues before making my selection. I can’t wait to make Christmas cookies!