Today, my younger son told me he wanted to be a chef. So, armed with a whisk and some water, we whipped up chocolate chip pancakes for us to eat with his brother. I helped him patiently scoop the mix from the bag and into the bowl, helped him make sure we had gotten rid of all the lumps, and allowed him to gently spoon the mixture into the hot pan. We made faces with chocolate chips and made sure each side of the cakes were generously coated with butter. When they were heaped onto plates, we drizzled honey on top and sat down together and shared a meal that we had created.
He was so proud of himself for cooking for me and his brother. I forget to take photos sometimes in these moments because I am so involved with the caretaking aspects of parenting and don't want to get distracted from what I am doing and who I am with. When our bellies were full and out plates were cleared, the three of us went to relax on the couch and tell each other stories (a favorite past time I have with them). My joy today is having the opportunity every day to share a meal with people that I love, admire, and want to know better. My momma heart is as full as it can be.