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i like waffles

December 8th, 2009

we had our little buddies, ages 4 & 6, over for dinner and play tonight. they are so good, I forgot they were here. seriously. their mama came by to get them and i was all, Nice to see you, but why are you here?

our kittens are not always nice to guests.

wacky boy to friend: “The one cat is mean to kids and the other cat just doesn’t like kids. but the other one is okay.”

i made waffles (“…with WHITE flour!” wacky girl told her dad, gleam in eye) the special way. that’s right. with white flour. cinnamon sugar, organic milk and eggs, REAL butter and REAL maple syrup. won award for mother of the year, yes, that’s right.

but i’m thinking, why is it that as a mother, your worth is measured by how good the waffles taste and how entertaining the puppet shows are?

just wondering.

because the content of my character, my love of books, my ability to spin gold from straw, my large and impressive vocabulary, my inability to properly use capital letters, my newfound skill at knotting scarves… shouldn’t that matter, a little?

6 Comments

  1. edj says

    But the thing is, it will. Those things are the things that matters. My mother was an excellent cook, and I still sing the praises of her blackberry-apple pie and suspect that mine just isn’t QUITE as good as hers was, in my memory, esp the time she made us all little ones in ramekins, a pie for each child.
    But mostly what I remember is her character, and her knitting before the Parkinsons got too bad, and that she was always there even when it was too much, and how much she loved me.
    What you are matters, even if all the kids can do at this point is exclaim over the white flour.

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  2. The Other Laura says

    They will remember all those things PLUS the magic waffles!

    PS-It’s been over a week since I blogged and I can’t seem to get my mojo back. Nothing but crickets… Any advice?

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  3. LIB says

    What Beth says is ABSOLUTELY true!

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  4. Jennymcb says

    Silly, wacky Mommy, it’s because food is so satisfying and feeds the soul. My kids love my Mom’s cake with homemade frosting and she loves making them. When I made a cake for son#2′s return home from college, he asked why no homemade frosting. (Gee, numbnuts, maybe b/c I was working extra that week to help pay for tuition???)
    Seriously, I have never made waffles and would love to try someday. Did you see where there is going to be an Eggo shortage? My kids are old enough to just grab whatever for breakfast, but I do like those pancake suppers where I hide fresh fruit and yogurt.

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  5. Nan says

    Yeah, mine are as deprived as yours…. Pancakes with white flour! Yay! Hope your frying pan/fire situation has been extinguished.

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  6. mamatoo says

    food = love. oh, that, and taking one’s children on spur of moment + telling the world they are good kids = mega friend bonus love. thank you more than you’ll ever know!!!!

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