This morning, I woke up from a heavy sleep still not feeling well (I'm about to give in to my husband's nagging and admit that after two weeks, maybe I need a doctor). And my daughter woke up as the winner of the Little Miss Cranky McCranky Pageant. So the recipe for a good morning was lacking a few key ingredients. Or so I thought.
After a thirty minute debate over the value of Cheerios in milk over a cookie for breakfast, I saw the muffin mix. And it's a decently healthy muffin mix. So I ask if she would like muffins. Yes. Yes. Yes. "Can I help, please, please, please, Mommy?" Despite my urges to get things done as quickly as possible, I said yes. Unlike myself, my daughter loves cooking and I don't want to squash that instinct.
So she pulled up her chair and we made muffins. She watched patiently while I measured the ingredients. In fact, that was the quietest moment all morning. And then she helped me stir while asking questions about the difference between blueberry muffins (her favorite) and banana nut (which we were making). And when I told her that it was time to get down so I may put them in the oven, she didn't argue. She just smiled and said "thank you, Mommy". And I smiled and put the muffins in the oven.
Fifteen minutes later, they were ready. And they were sweet. But not as sweet as the moments around the mixing bowl. It seems that we did have the recipe for a good morning after all.