They find me… in the kitchen.
It is one of their favorite tasks to join in on.
It is simply part of our experience as a family.
Being in the kitchen together helps me to grow in patience
when they spill the flour all over or splatter the batter on the floor.
Sometimes, there is the infamous, “Ugh…” that slips out.
It might seem like including kids in the cooking process makes things complicated, not simple,
but it is simple in the joy it brings about.
Without little bodies on my counter
(now I have three little bodies that beg to encroach upon my territory),
I would be alone.
They would be off somewhere else,
making a mess of toys or crayons.
The more I cook with my kids, the better it gets.
They learn the rules, and the spills and splatters get less and less.
At this place in our lives, they know they are welcome on my counter any time.
It sprinkles a little sweetness on our mornings.