Tonight while I was watching one son compete in the state championship for gymnastics my other son called and informed me that he and his girlfriend were craving scones.
I love making scones, I love eating them with honey butter, or nutella or dredged in sugar and cinnamon… so yummy! When I was growing up my mom would make taco meat and we would fill the hot scones with meat, cheese and lettuce and it was heaven!
Now however I can’t have the gluten and that would be torture! But I wanted so badly to go home and make them scones. I want to be there making memories with him before he leaves for college in a few short months. However I was already at one event and the kids were at their dads house for the weekend.
So I told them where the recipe was and let them know I would help however I could. They called several times;
“What is yeast and where is it.”
‘How do you know yeast is rising, we’ve been watching it of awhile.”
“What is the sugar to cinnamon ratio.”
I loved it. No, I didn’t get to be there making memories with them. What would have happened if I had been? They would have watched a movie while I made scones. So since I wasn’t there, what happened?
They learned. My son learned a new skill! He knows how to make scones, he learned that he can go find a recipe and make food! I’m filled with pride and excitement when I see the writing on the wall.
He’s going to leave me and the nest soon.
He’s going to be ok.
And that is my job as a mom. To teach them how to leave me and survive it, no to thrive!!
Burnt Bridges and Scorched Gumbo 