One of many fond memories I have as a child is being in the kitchen with my mother while she cooked. It wasn’t the process of cooking, or even the final product of our efforts. It was the time that I spent bonding with her over a bowl of cake batter or cookie dough that made me fall in love with it. The words of wisdom imparted, family recipes shared, the smiles over finished dishes. As I grew older, I treasured our time together more and more, and to this day, the smell of something baking always makes me smile because of the memories that bubble to the surface.
I knew I wanted to continue this special tradition of together-time in the kitchen with my own children. To get my boys involved in their infant years, I started with the simple things, like giving them a spoon to hold while we mixed pancakes or allowing them to push the button to start the mixer. As they’ve grown, kitchen time has become special to them too. Baking cookies and granola has become something we love to do together. As soon as they hear me pulling out mixing bowls and measuring cups, both of my boys run in with excitement, dragging chairs up to the counter top, waiting with anticipation to add their favorite ingredients, like oats or chocolate chips.
I cherish this special time that I’m able to spend with my boys as much as I enjoyed the time I spent with my own mother in the kitchen. As the years progress, I look forward to continuing our family traditions in the kitchen. I hope that I’m giving my children memories that will last a lifetime that will hopefully always draw them back to our home kitchen.