
At the beginning of the school year, I signed up to help with Anna's class Christmas Party with two other moms. I had found this really cute reindeer cookie recipe, so I offered to try it out for the party. Last Monday morning, Anna and I took over the kitchen to make cookies. The reindeer cookies were the easy part. We baked the sugar cookie dough, pushed on the pretzel antlers and then used icing and M&Ms to make the eyes and nose. They turned out so cute!
We had quite a bit of dough left over and I discovered some Christmas sprinkles in the cabinet, so I knew what I had to do. Don't get me wrong, I was loving this time with Anna and the tradition we were starting. However, I am extremely Type A, borderline OCD, and the thought of rolling out dough with flour and then letting Anna put on the sprinkles was making me anxious as I envisioned my kitchen post-baking. I took a deep breath, did some self-talk (along the lines of "the kitchen can always be cleaned up, let your daughter enjoy this opportunity to help make Christmas cookies"), and trudged ahead.
Anna loved helping with the flour and decided we needed to make teddy bear, sleigh, reindeer, and Christmas tree cookies. She played while the cookies baked and then it was time to put on the icing and sprinkles. I was icing the cookies and her job was to put on the sprinkles. I thought I was doing a fantastic job of "letting go" as I heard sprinkle after sprinkle hit the already-flour-covered floor when Anna looked at me and asked, "Mommy, why are you not happy?" I told her that I was happy and then she preceded to reenact the face that she had reportedly seen me wearing. Busted! Guess I wasn't doing such a great job of "letting go" after all. I explained to her that Mommy just isn't very good at being OK with making a mess, but told her that I loved making cookies with her. That'll have to do until the next perceptive observation from our 3-year-old comes along!:)