That particular morning started like most others. There was the battle to get both kids out of bed. The debate over what the question, “Are you up?” means.
In all actuality, that morning was probably better than most. No fighting. Kids were somewhat helpful to each other. We had good lunch snacks in the pantry. No one got hurt. No one was crying. No one forgot a science project.
The drive to school even went well. I remember thinking how nice it was to have the kids talk without fighting and listen to music without arguing over which song. And then I dropped the kids off at school. Fifteen minutes later, my phone rang. It was my daughter.
Rare moment. No bribes were used in the capturing of this photo.
She needed cookies for a class party and had forgotten to tell me. Of course the party was that morning. After debating, I decided to teach her responsibility and I told her I could not leave work to take care of this request. I explained she would have to remember next time and give me more notice. She pretended to understand. I pretended not to feel guilty. Yet, all the while telling myself I was doing the right thing. And truthfully, the last time I took cookies to school, it didn’t go so well. So I was really doing her a favor. Good argument, I thought.
What happened last time? It started when I ruined a batch of homemade cookies at midnight after arriving home from a business trip. So I decided my friendly grocery store bakery would be my solution. I did what my daughter was asking me to do today. I raced to the grocery store after dropping off the kids. I bought the cookies and a few other things I knew other members of the family needed. My Mother of the Year application was looking pretty good. I dropped the bag of cookies off at the school just in time. Yes they were still in the store-labeled plastic container with price tag and all. But I did it. Whew. Another check mark on my list.
That night, I realized I’d left a package of my husband’s razors in the bag with the store-bought chocolate chip cookies still in a plastic container with the price tag. The road of multitasking had taken an ugly turn. I considered remaining anonymous but since those razors were expensive, I opted for the opposite and sent out an APB to the school room moms acknowledging my embarrassing oversight. After twenty-four emails, an interview with the principal, a polygraph and a few odd looks, I eventually got the razors back.
So I don’t think anyone wants me to bring cookies to school anymore. Not only did I teach my daughter responsibility, I saved her embarrassment.
Proverbs 31 details the qualities of a virtuous wife and mother. I aspire to be that but verse 15 mentions providing food for her family yet it doesn’t say anything about taking cookies to the school.
She’s up before dawn, preparing breakfast for her family and organizing her day…When she speaks she has something worthwhile to say, and she always says it kindly. She keeps an eye on everyone in her household, and keeps them all busy and productive. Her children respect and bless her; her husband joins in with words of praise: “Many women have done wonderful things, but you’ve outclassed them all!”
Proverbs 31:15 and 25-29 (The Message)
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