Monday, January 17, 2011
Letting it Slip
"You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by. Yes, but some of them are golden only because we let them slip." -- J.M. BARRIE
Surrounded by folded laundry screaming to be put away, toys scattered on the ground, beds to be made, dishes to be washed, and homework to be done, my sons and I played hookie. Nothing truly serious. We didn't have anywhere to be, per se. And so, we didn't make anything up.
That's right, I said it. Sometimes we make things up to be busy. To get things done. To say we did. It's all nonsense. And today we didn't. We made a huge mess with half a bag of confectioners sugar. But we did nothing else. We didn't even frost half the cookies we baked. It was golden.
Something melted in me when Mason bit into his heart-shaped cookie heaped with nonpareils and let his eyelashes flutter in enjoyment. Then he sighed, "I just love hearts." Cooper ate his gingerbread person just as you should, one limb at a time -- saving the head for last. And I, well I ate far more cookies and pudding frosting than I usually permit myself. Which is really saying something.