I decide to ask my children what part of making Christmas cookies they enjoy the best. It occurs to me that it's a good idea to get their perspective every once in a while. Do you remember when I returned from our glamorous New York City trip and asked my children to recall their favorite memory?
It was the amazing birds. Feeding the birds. Not the fancy restaurants, shopping, huge buildings, or museums.
Maybe my children don't even enjoy all this fuss about Christmas cookies. Maybe we should forget the whole thing.
"What was your favorite part about today?" I ask. I'm wiping flour from my face, removing sprinkles from my shoes, and scraping dried frosting from the counter. The food coloring spilled everywhere just drives me crazy. Next year, I'm going to prepare all the colored frosting bowls myself and make neat little stations for them to frost and decorate cookies. Next year, I will not let little children anywhere near the food coloring.
"My favorite part," my daughter cheerfully answers, "was definitely the food coloring. We got to make all those colors!"
Living with flair means we recognize that the very thing we can't stand might be the thing they love.
What thing do children love and remember that adults tend to not want to bother with?