My daughter, Lorri, wrote this blog.
Five years ago, I received a fifty-year old yellow mixing bowl for Christmas from my mom. Some people might think that this gift might be insignificant compared to other possibilities, but for me, it was special. Tears ran down my cheeks as I held it, immersed in a flood of memories.
The yellow bowl had been in my life for as long as I could remember. As a two-year old, I sat on the counter as my mom introduced me to cookie baking. Even though I made a mess, she allowed me to help her mix the ingredients in the yellow bowl, my small hands sticky with dough.
Even before I was old enough to attend school, mom had taught me a lot about making cookies as we spent time together in the kitchen. I loved using the rolling pin and cookie cutters to make hearts for Valentine’s Day, bunnies for Easter, and trees for Christmas. The counter was often covered with multi-colored sprinkles, chocolate chips, and flour as we created our baked masterpieces. Whenever the yellow bowl came out of the cupboard, I knew that mom and I were about to have a good time together.
Over the years, mom and I made many cookies, but even more important, we had opportunities to spend time together. As I grew up, we talked about life experiences, hopes, dreams, and broken hearts. With the yellow bowl between us, we laughed and cried as we measured ingredients, mixed dough, and waited for the baked cookies to cool. Although we moved several times during my childhood, I always knew that the yellow bowl would be a familiar sight in our house, regardless of the city or state where we lived.
Eventually, as life went on, it seemed like there was less time for us to bake cookies together. As I prepared to graduate and begin life on my own, I knew that I would miss those days with mom, baking cookies and talking about whatever was on our minds. The yellow bowl stayed on the shelf for long periods of time, as jobs, college classes, relationships and other obligations kept us from baking cookies together.
In this day and age when many families live with some type of electronic device in their hand, any activity becomes very significant in the nurturing process when positive verbal communication is being shared between adult and child.
“Don’t you see that children are God’s best gift?” Psalm 127:3 (MSG)