“Wow! You going to be doing a lot of baking?” the cashier woman at Trader Joe’s said. I felt caught because as I shopped, along with the usuals, I just allowed myself to grab what looked good. I ended up with brownie mix, blondie bar mix, pumpkin bread mix, and white icing. I decided to be honest with her. “Baking makes me happy,” I said.
On the drive home, I fretted. Am I unhappy? Not really. I’m doing okay. Most moments are good moments. So what motivated me to buy all those sweets? “Food is not love,” someone said recently. I’d heard it before, but this time it clanged like a gong in my ears.
I bake because I love to, but as I pulled the car up to the house, I thought about how I also bake now for my daughters, ages 5 and 8. I want to treat them. I want them to come home from school and walk into a house filled with dogs and cats, markers and crayons, music, flowers and cookies that are still warm and gooey. I want them to take a bite (after finishing their healthy snack) and feel safe, feel release. It’s okay. It’s allowed here. It’s all allowed here. Your messy feelings about your friends, the mistake you made in front of the teacher, the fact that you didn’t wipe your bottom well enough and now you have a rash. I bake as a signal that my girls can let go. They’re safe in this house with me.
And I’ll tell them a few things about my day, that I made mistakes too, that my hard work felt arduous at times, but that because we’re home together, sitting around a table with milk and cookies, I feel great.
I look at my girls, my beautiful little beings and I feel such hope and such fear—because I could be doing this all wrong. The mom who has the no sugar policy in her house, who races in triathlons; she doesn’t think I’m teaching my kids good eating habits. Do I tell her that when her daughter comes to our house, she pries open the pantry without asking and pilfers it? Do I stop her? Do I tell?
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Julie…I love this post. Home is too much about control these days when it should be the place where you feel safe letting go. Beautiful. Thanks. Erin Raynaud
I also bake for my kids all the time for the same reason. I like how you mentioned that they must eat their healthy snack first. This is how I rationalize the cookies in my house–eat your carrots, and then here, have some cookies. Oh, and don’t forget the milk. (As for the kid who pilfers your pantry, I still say it’s important to have the permission of the other kid’s mother before letting her eat in your house–for all you know, those kids’ parents might limit their sugar due to health concerns they do not choose to share.)
Thank you so much Megan! You have two very lucky girls, and what a gift for you to create a loving, safe place for them. Sweet mamas unite! XOX
Wow, Julie. This really spoke to me. I want to come home to your house and “let go.” I too try to create this environment for my girls, though minus the delectable smell/taste of freshly baked cookies (I hate to bake!). I may just have to rethink that. Thanks for writing. Hugs