From the time the girls were old enough to stand on a chair they have wanted to be a part of whatever I was making. Helping with dinner holds little interest at this point but as soon as I pull out the big white kitchen aid they appear - dragging thier chairs behind them.
Honestly - sometimes I have to humble myself. Taking turns and slowly remeasuring spilled ingredients isn’t always easy for this mommy. Sometimes though , I am reminded through their faces pearing into that spinning mixer, just how magical and exciting it is. To pour a bunch of things into a big spinning bowl and watch it turn into a delious treat. Then of course there is the privilage of the beater.
For me - This simple thing is the homey-est thing in the world. For them it’s sweet memories in the making.
Happy Weekend, hope it’s a sweet one!