Katie’s birthday was in the middle of February. My mom bought her a delightful baking kit so we could bake some cookies together.
The first time Katie asked me to bake with her I said, “Sure!” We opened the box only to discover we needed an egg. I didn’t have any eggs. “I’m so sorry, Katie,” I told her. “I promise to get some eggs next time I go to the store.”
“Okay, Mommy!” Katie replied with a smile before skipping away because that’s the kind of person Katie is.
The next time she asked if we could bake I had work to do. The time after that there were piles of laundry to fold. The time after that I had to start making dinner. And the time after that I was just sitting down to pay the bills.
Eventually I guess Katie just stopped asking.
I saw that delightful box sitting in the corner of the living room late last night. My heart sank. I stopped what I was doing and went to find Katie. I apologized and told her that I was not too busy to bake with her. I promised we would bake those cookies the very next day when we got home from school. I assured her that I have both the time and the egg.
“I’m so sorry, Katie,” I said again. “I’m really, really sorry.”
“It’s okay, Mommy,” Katie said with a smile before skipping away because that’s the kind of person Katie is.