I really don’t know how every mother manages. All the advertisements on TV make young mothers look so cool, calm and in control even though there are a bunch of kids running around. I have two kids and I find myself so tired at the end of each day. Even as I write this, I am so frazzled and I don’t know if it’s just me or does every mother go through this phase? You never hear of the struggles, only the accomplishments and the way mothers manage their young families so competently.
Oh, and the food. Don’t even get me started. As I’m chopping the vegetables, I’m keeping one eye on Justin. He’s only 2 and he’s on an exploratory phase in his life where everything fascinates him, and whatever is in hands reach finds itself in his tiny hands. As you can imagine, those objects don’t stay unbroken for long. My older son has the stamina of a horse and the energy of a Duracell battery. With all the energy and curiosity that only a young mind discovering the world for himself can have, I find it hard to keep him occupied.
A friend of mine gave me a few tips on how to manage my kids and cooking. You see in the long run, what you remember are the memories you make. You won’t remember the tiredness, or the sleepless hours, but you’ll remember tiny hands and young helpers that make your life easier in the kitchen. Just yesterday I decided to involve my kids in my cooking.
We had a baking session and the recipe was simple. Making cookies as never so much fun. True, it took up most of the day, but I have to say it was absolutely worth it. I out the ingredients together, but they both got their hand dirty and mixed the dough. Oh, you should’ve seen them fighting on who got to knead the dough. I don’t think I’ve ever kneaded dough so well and thoroughly.
We made balls out of the cookie dough and took the cookie cutter and cut out shapes. That was fun. For a minute or two I just sat back and watched the both of them busy in their efforts. They tried making different shapes. My five year old, Sean tried to make superhero characters but I have to say, even after all his efforts, they ended up looking like unshapely blobs.
The whole point though is they tried. They sprinkled chocolate chips over the cookies and we put it in the oven. You should’ve seen the young faces peering into the oven, seeing the cookies slowly bake and form into food they know and love. As a family, we all have a sweet tooth that we can’t ignore. Making cookies was great because in a way they were rewarded for their efforts with the cookies they helped bake. You should’ve seen them, trying to tell their daddy how they made cookies. We actually took pictures and I even took a video of them. These are fun memories that always bring a smile to my face.