For the last several months, I have shamefully neglected baking with my junior chef, Zoey. She has let me know about it too! The questions about when are we going to bake cookies again Grandma, finally had her desired effect. Her dad dropped her off this morning & we’re going to bake cookies.
Zoey, arrived carrying a grocery bag of goodies. For her last birthday, I bought her an apron & several spatulas. She has brought them with her to bake! Good to know when a gift is appreciated.
Zoey's Apron & Spatula
We get started but it’s not a very successful session. It’s not Zoey’s fault. It’s just too difficult for me to get enthused. It’s not about Zoey; it’s about the hole in my life. On the one hand, I’m delighted to see her. She’s a precious child & very loving. On the other hand, she’s young enough that she doesn’t fully comprehend death & the finality of it.
In the innocent way of a child, she asks me about Jim, then comments on his departure. She was here when they carried his body out. It fascinated her. In spite of the efforts of her parents, she watched most of the journey of his body out of our home. Zoey is still trying to process the event in her mind & has no idea of the pain her questions cause me. With time, we WILL get back to baking! Now is not the time though.
