The kitchen floor is finished, the house is clean and we are almost ready for our party tonight! We haven't had a party in quite a while so I thought tonight would be the perfect time to have one. Everyone is bringing food, I'm making a meat & cheese tray along with Parsonage Punch. (Parsonage Punch is strong tea, sugar, almond & vanilla extracts, lemon juice & 7-Up. Very yummy!) We'll play board games, eat & laugh. Somewhere close to midnight I am sure Harold will break out his guitar and we will worship in the New Year.
Last night I was making sugar cookies. Saying that I actually made them is not really true. I cooked them. Pillsbury actually made them. As I was icing them, Evan noticed that I didn't seem to be doing it correctly. I was squeezing the icing out of the package onto the cookies as they lay on the rack & taking a butter knife and spreading it over each cookie.
"Mom, you're doing it hard." my son told me. "Pick up cookie, hold in your hand & spread the icing. It's easier that way." I looked at him with some surprise, as to my knowledge he had never iced a cookie in his life. (We aren't big iced cookie fans.) "How do you know this?" I questioned him. "Your dad taught me a long time ago, when I was a baby kid. Now I teach you how." he replied very proudly. Evan then ran into the living room. "Dad, I teach Mom how to ice cookies! I teach her!"
I had to laugh with joy. It isn't often that Evan gets to teach someone, especially his Mom, something so practical. In his view, he must seem to be endlessly the student. I was glad for his instruction and even happier for the joy it brought to him. We all need to feel wise on occasion, don't we?
Happy New Year to all!
