For years, I’ve been jealous.
Jealous of moms who could make brownies or cookies with their young children. I could not.
To me, making a baked goods with my children has sort have been a fantasy of mine. To me, it was the epitome of a good mom… spending time mixing (and eating) brownie dough while talking about ‘stuff.’ There brownies we the sweet, happy ending to taking time to grow a relationship with my children.
But in five+ years, it never happened.By Admin Text-Only Editing