As soon as my own children
began arriving, I began cooking with them, baking, and making things. Going for
long tromps outside to gather greens and pinecones and berries; and saving up pennies to go buy felt and other materials so
that we could have fun making all sorts of things.
Winter Holidays were many
and varied, and required all sorts of excitement and planning and baking. Of
cookies for ornaments and gingerbread houses and baked gifts and pies, of
course.
So they all delighted in helping, in stirring and decorating and then
giving things out to friends and teachers and neighbors.
They all were so
sweet, in between the fights, of course, and tantrums, and thrown objects.
All
part of the deal. We all planned together and then I moderated and finished
things up.
All of these things we experience, within us, rich, forever.
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