As mothers, we hope our children will find something, good, in us that they will want to follow. It may be a successful career, a loving mother and wife, a homemaker, to name a few. Their version of following in our footsteps may be different than the order in which we took those steps, but we can see their steps in ours. Recently, I’ve realized there is another direction those footsteps can take. When this happens, as relating to my revelation, we find that our footsteps can be seen in their footsteps. I have found this to be true with my daughter.
My daughter and her husband blessed us with a grandson nearly six months ago. I was privileged to share in the doctor visits, sonograms, and delivery. I have watched my daughter transform into a wonderful loving mother. I watched the development of our grandson, through the wonder of sonogram, from the first sonogram to the last and finally his birth. What a gift and privilege it has been.
My daughter inspires me, and I have found I often walk in her footsteps. She inspired me to continue my education when I was thirty-eight and she was eighteen. At eighteen she was able to see that going to school would help to boost my self-esteem, which I needed at the time. It was a gamble. I mean what if I had failed? She didn’t consider that possibility. I don’t know if she had that much confidence in me or if it was her youth. Whichever, her encouragement somehow made me not consider that possibility, and almost immediately I felt my self-esteem begin to grow.
Recently, she has inspired me to try my hand at baking bread. I have been cooking for forty-one years and I have never tried baking bread. Seemingly, the thought came to her that she wanted to bake bread and so she did. I have enjoyed watching her cook and bake via blog and Facebook. It is so inspiring and what is more comforting than the aroma of fresh bread baking in the oven or a loaf of fresh baked bread you may receive, from a friend, as a gift. Mine is in the oven now. It’s my first try so we’ll see how it goes.
Over the past six months I have watched my daughter come to know the joy of being a mother and the delight of discovering her kitchen. The two are definitely connected. A child in your life makes the nurturing instinct come alive and in my daughter’s case, over the top. You can see her experiences on her blog at: http://unbindthemind.wordpress.com/ and https://www.facebook.com/mycottagekitchen
O.K. here is a picture of my first homemade, not from the freezer, bread. It didn’t rise like it should have. I think I should have added more yeast. It is a little on the heavy side and could use more salt, but it has a good flavor and I believe the heavier texture will make some awesome french toast and garlic bread. It’s white bread.
After the bread was baked I decided to bake my Over The Cliff Oatmeal Walnut Raisin Cookies. Comfort food.