One of the best parts about being a mom is learning how to be the fun mom.
Porter and I made a cake. A chocolate cake, with milk chocolate frosting. He was beside himself with joy, but I explained to him that we couldn’t frost the cake until the cake was totally cool.
“Cool? I cool, mom!” (We always tell him how cool he is – when he dresses himself, or uses his imagination, or keeps a really great beat on his drums).
“Yes, Porter, you are SO cool. But I mean, like, we can’t put frosting on the cake when it’s warm because the frosting will slide off.”
“I lick it off
Me too, son. Me too.
So, we waited for a painfully long time before the cake was cool. Then, I sat him up on the counter and began to spread the chocolate frosting around the top of the cake. His little fingers were shaking, and I watched him swipe little bits of frosting as I turned the plate… And I didn’t admonish him. I just smiled and smoothed out the dents.
Then I let him eat a big mouthful of frosting off the knife (a butter knife, it’s ok.
He got so excited when we were done, he ran into the living room to announce to everyone
I hope I’m always the mom that doesn’t hesitate to let down my hair so that my kids can eat the frosting with their fingers. In a world where
I try pretty hard every other day, but indulging with the littles is truly the ultimate treat for the soul. Try it this weekend: eat some frosting from your fingers, have a bowl of cereal for dinner, split a milkshake, let them top their ice cream with whatever they want, and think of us!