Pink Cooky Memory

plate of valentine goodies

What do you think about when you think of home? Do you have warm memories that bring you thoughts of laughter, good food, feelings of being loved and cared for? It’s possible that wasn’t your experience as you grew up and passed from childhood into adulthood. Your past does not have to define your future.

A woman is the heart of the home. Through loving hands and loving heart the very nature of God himself is expressed. He was the first one to create a beautiful place for his own creatures to enjoy. It’s in his heart to make a place of comfort, warmth, happiness and then say, “Enjoy. It is for you.”

I believe that a woman reflects this aspect of God’s essence. God has mysteriously placed in women this ability to reveal the love and nature of God in her home for those she lives with.

I’m thinking about all this because yesterday was Valentine’s day.

As I gathered with a group of my 8thgrade students to lead our weekly Toastmasters group, we were all sitting around eating our lunches and talking. Unexpectedly, Gavin pulls out of his lunch bag an appealing, heart-shaped cooky, smothered in pink swirly frosting. We all stared, enviously.  “Whereʼd you get that?” someone asked.

“My mom and I made them last night,” Gavin answered, a little sheepishly, but mostly with pride (Go, Adrienne!) “Wow,” we all looked with admiration at the desirable cooky.

When our kids were young and all at home and around, creating special moments was natural in the flow of our lives. As children turn into young adults and have many other centers of interest and activity, it’schallenging to create the gatherings that have meaning, warmth, and memory because everyone has his own plans. To stop and say, “Hey, it’s important that we get together,” is sometimes resisted because of  the busyness of our lives. But gathering around significant days carries with it a unique kind of regeneration. My French-Canadian mom used to say, “It recharges your batteries.” I can see the truth of what she meant–gathering together for the special moments renews us–in who we are, our identity, what makes us laugh, what is important. We leave with a sense of wholeness.

Mom is the key. Itʼs the mother who can make a difference.

All this to say, I pushed through. I came home from school and made chocolate chip cooky bars that I cut out with a heart shaped cooky cutter and frosted (white with pink sprinkles!). Judith helped me put together some hors d’oeuvres, we invited some friends, and made the time together an event.

As I reflect on the fun we had–the laughter, the conversation-, the renewing-Iʼm grateful that we took the time.

And, I think Gavinʼs special treat is what made me take the step forward yesterday to make sure that I didnʼt let my last moments slip away where I could still be involved in creating some pink cooky memories  for those that I love.

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