I made Christmas cookies with the kids today. This is tough for me, because I’m a Lone Cook. I need to be able to read the recipe, think, work it out in my brain as to how I’m going to complete the tasks, and then move on it. I feel an enormous perfectionist pressure when I cook. This is NOT conducive to having very excited kids in the kitchen with me, all up in my business, breaking up my train of thought.
I need to get over it, so today, I tried.
While I was teaching Boy Child how to use a cookie cutter, and letting him go for it without hovering over him, I found something more important than the creation of the Perfect Cookie:
I found perfection in their very imperfection. Lesson learned.