Monday, May 9, 2011

From Their Hands

She ran across the room and embraced me. "I love you, Grams."

Not a bad start to Mother's Day. In fact, it was a precious moment, hugging this tall twelve year old. Time speeds by so quickly. These hugs are priceless.

I'm not one who dwells on whether or not my kids make a fuss over my birthday or Mom's Day. They are just days. Yet it is important for we parents and grandparents to help children realize the importance of those days celebrating those we love.

I found the girls in the pantry with paper and pencils whispering.

"Since we don't have much money, we want to fix something we already have here." They informed me. The pantry wasn't offering much.

The girls wanted to make dinner for Mom. Obviously, it was going to require a Grandma going to the store and to assist in the kitchen. The kitchen is small, and the chefs were elbow to elbow. There is an element of trust and breath-holding that takes place with the girls a year older. Sharp knives are now used with supervision. Responsibilities are handed off with overseeing by an invisible grandma.

"I want to do as many things as Sydney," Gabby insisted entering the kitchen a bit late.

Jobs were handed out. Work spaces designated for each girl. Me? I was the organizer, the equalizer and the referee. Wow.

Chicken skewers
Grilled asparagus
Homemade bread
Fruit kabobs

Sydney made the bread (from a box) earlier in the day. Herb bread. She prepared the asparagus. Gabby washed dishes and cut up the melon. I did the strawberries, and Syd took on the pears. Each girl stabbed the fruit with skewers, a job perk for any kid in the kitchen.

The table cloth was spread across the table. Candles were lit (one for each girl). The fruit became a centerpiece. The feast was on.

It was a meal offering the girls opportunity to do something special for their mom. Their hands provided her with a beautiful table. They learned to do new tasks, to take on responsibility, to work to provide something wonderful for someone else.

The hugs were there at the end of the day, too. We had done a good thing. An evening of fun began with a meal from our kitchen, from hands of children.

Ah, moments to be remembered on other Mother's Days.

1 comment:

  1. A meal prepared and served with love is more meaningful than something grabbed in a store. Still, it makes me happy to see all the shoppers on Mother's Day, picking up cakes and flowers and cards as last-minute treats for their moms. There's a lot of mom-love out there!