Making a Memory

Last year at this time, Scribe kept asking me if we could make a Gingerbread House. I was always too busy. I didn't want the mess. The idea of mixing dough, making a template, baking to perfection, finding candy, and preparing the icing was too much for me. So we didn't do it.

I had disappointed my son...the son who loves to create, decorate and thrives on tradition. I felt bad every time I thought about it.





One evening I was talking to my friend, Rapunzel, on the the phone. She was decorating cookies with her son. It was something he really wanted to do. So they did it. I was perplexed. How could she, who worked full time, who kept an immaculate house, who spent her evenings running kids here and there...find the time to do such a thing?




I had to know. "How do you find the time to do things like that?"

Rapunzel replied, "Easy. I go into the grocery store. I head back to the bakery where they sell undecorated cut out cookies and colored frosting. I buy what I need, then I come home and decorate cookies with my boy. He's happy and we've made a memory."

Her words left an impression.



This year I found a gingerbread kit on sale for $8.00. My children were thrilled. But no one was more thrilled than Scribe.

We spent the afternoon creating a Masterpiece. I heard comments like, "I've always wanted to do this." "Isn't this fun?" "Let's not do it like the box shows." And my favorite...."I wish I could live in there."

Thank you Rapunzel for sharing your secret, and to whoever created the Gingerbread House Kit. Now we have made a memory. That makes my Christmas a whole lot sweeter.