I was ready to make cookies with George.
This was the first Christmas he was showing interest.
Making the dough and baking the cookies went way better than expected. He helped mix the ingredients and stir the batter.
He knew the dough had to be rolled out before I told him.
He helped roll the dough and press the cookie cutter into the dough.
Great, we were ready to decorate.
I had the icing mixed into colors, and the sprinkles poured into little bowls so he could sprinkle them onto the cookies himself.
We made gingerbread men, stars, and trees. I tried painting them myself at first and them he wanted to paint them, mixing the colors so they turned black and then dumping loads of rainbow sprinkles (his favorite) on the cookies.
“Too much George”.
“Don’t eat that, wait til we’re done please”.
“George, don’t eat the sprinkles, they go on the cookies
“George, don’t eat the icing, you’ll get a tummy ache”.
George, too many sprinkles, just use a little.”
What’s the use?
He’s laughing, smiling and having a great time.
This is how our “Christmas” cookies turned out.
He had a blast, and so did I.
Today I learned a big lesson as a parent, that I should have caught onto before: In some situations, it’s okay to relinguish control and go with the flow.