Does it seem like all we do is eat sweet treats lately?
Today the girls finally went back to school after a snow break that crossed six days off the school calendar. It was time. I was running out of steam and hadn't had a moment alone in many many days.
And yet as soon as I left Sabrina at school and then CC at preschool I wondered what my rush had been to drop them off. I felt that nothing I did with that free time would be as wonderful as what would come after it, when I had both my children back home again.
So I spent a good chunk of my free time selecting jams and making crepe batter so in the afternoon we could treat ourselves to a true Mardi Gras treat. It is true that all of this preparing took on a meditative quality since I was able to do it alone and uninterrupted and in silence. I love being with my children, but there's much to be said for the behind the scenes part of parenting.
Crepes are my favorite food to make and eat, and I've been perfecting "my crepes" ever since I was 7 years old and my grandma taught me how to make them. "You should always know how to make your favorite food," she said, and that advice made such good sense. It does even more now that her words have taken on a more profound meaning for me about knowing and doing what makes you happy, not depending on anyone else to hand you what gives you joy. Crepes are the one thing I can make without measuring, the one recipe I know how to adjust just by hearing the way the batter pours. After childhood, I've only had crepes I enjoyed more than mine once, when Patrick made me a deliciously buttery pile of them for Mother's day. Making crepes for the crepe queen takes guts and love, and I still dream about that breakfast.
The girls and I sampled each jam and compared tastes. My favorite jam for crepes for as long as I can remember has been apricot. Sabrina's is now strawberry, but only with lots of whipped cream. CC's, blueberry, no whipped cream ever.
After this huge afternoon treat we talked a little about Lent and what this time of the year means. Sabrina had just learned in school that on Mardi Gras people used to use up all their fat so they wouldn't be tempted by it during Lent. I explained the idea of giving something up, or maybe adding a new, positive change to your life.
Sabrina decided her "Yes" would be more quiet time to think, read and play. Her "No," not playing outside since "it's pretty dangerous with all that snow." She suggested my "Yes" be more knitting. I have not yet decided what to give up, but as of late I have become more attached to my laptop than I like to be. So I may give up something related to it... maybe googling, maybe facebooking, maybe I'll just use my online time more mindfully. I will know by morning what it will be.