For years, I’ve been jealous.
Jealous of moms who could make brownies or cookies with their young children. I could not.
To me, making a baked goods with my children has sort have been a fantasy of mine. To me, it was the epitome of a good mom… spending time mixing (and eating) brownie dough while talking about ‘stuff.’ There brownies we the sweet, happy ending to taking time to grow a relationship with my children.
But in five+ years, it never happened.
I was disheartened, disappointed and felt I failed. I couldn’t make that connection with them because their disability (Autism) prevented it from happening.
Was a bad mom? Hell, no. But somehow I had this picture in my head… this idea of how it was suppose to be.
Baked goods be damned… I could buy cupcakes that were better anyway at one of those new popular cupcake shops. So I stopped baking. It wasn’t worth the heartache.
It wasn’t until recently I made the connection to how many people are quitting their businesses. I’ve heard them say the are throwing in the towel because they just aren’t making the connection with their target market. It’s too much work to keep trying with little results.
But sometimes you get a little ache… a little pang to keep going.
Last week, I was full-out craving brownies. Not any old brownie, mind you… my brownies. The ones I make with extra chocolate and mayo for super chocolately moistness.
So I decided to just make them. And as I pulled out the bowls and the ingredients, I felt two pairs of eyes hovering. I handed them some spoons and together we mixed. And licked the bowls and spoons, and chatted about life.
The lesson here is giving up, when you have a gift and a mission, is just not an option. It will happen… it just sometimes takes longer than you expect and not in the way you first thought… but it will happen. And when it does, you’ll realize who sweet life really is!
And, I have to tell you, those brownies were the best ones I’ve tasted… ever.