I believe there should be such a day, in the month of December. However, none of my children have any memories of a December cookie day with Mom. But, I do. It was Christmas of 2005, and I made some type of cookie with Hunter age 4 and Tucker age 2 1/2. I have a lovely picture of us wearing our aprons and using our kitchen helper stool. Grief has a way of unconsciously avoiding activities.
Last Christmas, great aunt Lynn and grandma made a fun kitchen day with Christmas activities and making bark. This December, it struck me suddenly, this lack of my children having a cookie day memory. I searched for a long-ago friend’s best cut out cookie recipe ever, and went to work. To work, that is, with my amazing mom at my side. I’m wise to know that one should not attempt such a mission without grandma.
Grandma even gets the credit for calling me from Wegmans, and picking up my missing ingredients. She also dropped off my Christmas gift, a prayer-dream of mine for many years, my first mixer ever! Don’t let my lack of ever owning a mixer, be a testimony to my baking skills. LOL.
I had to call my baking friends to find out if salted butter was allowed in cookies, and if I could substitute skim milk for regular milk or soy milk, and this was stressful details! Eden and I arose early to make dough, because it had to be refrigerated for three hours minimum. It was a fun early-morning activity.
The festivities began…
Judah is at a special age, and a constant reminder of the gift of Tucker. These next few pictures are some of my favorites from the day.
Ving had his friend Jeremiah over for a few hours in the afternoon before church to hang out. They were such fun to have in the kitchen. Jeremiah began rolling out dough and using his cookie cutter like a pro. I overheard Ving comment, “You look like you have done this before.” To which Jeremiah replied, “You look like you have not!” Lol.
Grandma just giggled as she taught Ving how to roll out dough, but to have it continuously wrap around the rolling pin and him keep on rolling. It then dawned on me, that my oldest son of almost 14, did not know how to make cutout cookies either!
And the decorating began…
Lots of pictures. Lots of memories.
So grateful for all these treasures the Lord has given me.
Lots of cookies. Lots of calories and I should-not-have-cookies-for-breakfast, mornings. Cookie day is fine for me once a year!
We had planned to make three different types of cookies, but this adventure took us six hours, so we were content with these!