“Daddy…can I help you make cookies?”
There’s a lot going on with that little question. First and foremost, either one of my kids calling me Daddy slays me. Those days won’t last, and I’m holding on to them with all I’ve got. Especially after spending nine days (glorious, sun-filled days in a tropical paradise with my love, so zero complaints here) away from them, I’ve come to re-appreciate those sweet little voices, even though they drive me bonkers on the regular.
Second, this was not simply a request for cookies. Both tiny hooligans appear to be going through growth spurts and are eating everything in sight, so the constant demands for nourishment are wearing a bit thin. Had Declan simply said “Daddy, I want a cookie” or “Daddy, make me cookies” then we’re playing a different game. But he wanted to help make cookies, which is music to my baker ears. He made Rice Krispie treats with both grandmas while we were gone (including earning a rite of passage and getting his first kitchen burn) and has helped Abby crack eggs for breakfast and pancakes for a while, but we’re stepping things up for rolled sugar cookies. He wanted to spend time with me, doing something I love, and something he’s developing a love for as well. That’s a win/win/win. (All I do is…)
They turned out electric blue, a bit crumbly, and cut into four shapes: bats, snowflakes, circles, and flowers. One of the bats, along with a snowflake and a flower, didn’t make the transfer from the (improperly floured…my bad) pastry board to cookie sheet intact, so we had to perform some surgery. There were moments of horrific impatience, waiting on butter to soften, waiting on dough to rest in the fridge, not waiting long enough before eating the baked product (burned the fire out of my mouth)…but there were sweet moments of Dex punching out his shapes, cracking eggs, and determining if the blue was the right shade.
Most of all, there was the moment he presented his creation to Abby and Riley, and said “I made these all by myself! Well…Daddy helped some.” I sure did buddy…and I will every time you ask. These memories are not to be taken for granted or missed. There are lessons to be learned in that kitchen, and traditions to pass down, and new and exciting things to try.
But most importantly, these are times to be your Dad and show you how much you mean to me. Thanks, buddy, for asking me to participate in your little world. I love you.