I really enjoy cooking.
And if you’ve been here a while, you know I like the Food Network.
And you probably know that Trisha Yearwood and her cooking show annoy the crap out of me.
But she always talks about her mom.
And she makes a lot of “Mama’s” recipes.
Mama’s roast beef with gravy.
Mama’s ground beef potato casserole.
Mama’s corn hush puppies.
And that is one thing that does not annoy me about her.
What nice memories to have.
My mom wasn’t a big cook.
So we never really had any moments together in the kitchen.
Most of what I know about cooking I learned from cookbooks.
And, yeah, as much as I hate to admit it, I’ve even learned a thing or two from Trisha.
Now I’m not ready for my own cooking show, that’s for sure.
But I can hold my own in the kitchen.
I make at least a couple Mama-worthy meals.
But no one knows how to make them.
Not for lack of trying.
Every night, Number 4 comes into the kitchen and asks if she can help with dinner.
And every night, I snap at her and tell her to get the hell out.
Not tonight, I say.
Can you please just get out of here???
I know Number 4 is young. She’s only 6. There’s still time.
But the time goes quickly.
And if I don’t change something, we will just keep going along the way we have been.
Her pleading to help me, and me shooing her away.
Her asking me, “Mommy, when can I help you?”
And me snapping, “I don’t know. Not tonight.”
Before I know it, we’ll be packing her crap into the car and driving her off to college, and we’ll get her settled into her dorm, say our goodbyes, and I’ll start driving down the road.
And then I’ll bawl my brains out, remembering her as the little girl she is now.
And I’ll say to myself,
Where the fuck did the time go?
I never taught her how to cook.
I never made…those moments.
That’s not happening.
Because as much as she wants to have those moments with me,
I want to have them with her.
So I’ve made a decision.
I’m scheduling it in.
We are done with swimming.
At least until September.
There’s not really an excuse now. I have some extra time.
And it’s not just Number 4.
Number 3 has also expressed an interest in working in the kitchen.
He loves sandwiches.
And the Sandwich King.
So once a week, they are each getting a slot in the kitchen.
And I am going to tell them.
We will pick the day this morning.
If I can schedule in a workout,
I can schedule in that time with my kids.
No regrets for this mom.
The kitchen is now open.
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