Sometimes the sweets we are given in life are tangible and can be touched or eaten while others felt with the heart. My favorites are those that are felt with the heart and coming in a close second are those that are edible. This weekend the Little Miss got to experience both. After missing two and a half days of school due to her being sick, her baking plans with her Nana were no longer. She cried and I felt for her. She had somehow managed to escape colds for several weeks and then out of nowhere it hit her. She had her apron ready, looked in cookbooks and had talked about it from the day she found out and then she got sick.
My mother opted to put the baking plans on hold not wanting to do it without her “chocolate pooh bear”. She promised her that she would save the ingredients and that together they would bake one day soon, when she was feeling better. Then the weekend came and so did Nana and she came bearing cookies.
The people at my mother’s job have never met my daughter and yet you would never know it. I suppose the stories my mother shares with them allow them to feel like they’ve watched her grow just as my mom has. They felt for my little one who so wanted to make cookies for the “bake off” and they sent home a special delivery of cookies just for her and a get well card signed by each of them.
My mother had already told me about this but seeing it touched my heart. It was a small act of kindness a small gesture that to my child meant so much. She felt special and her sadness over not being able to bake with her Nana faded once she made eyes with the chocolate gingerbread man sugar cookie. This small gesture, exuding nothing but sweetness was a reminder of how the kindness of others makes our journey so much sweeter even when at first it doesn’t feel that way.Tweet