pamelamyers | March 17, 2017
Since it was St. Patrick’s Day, I decided to give Sam a special treat – green milk with her breakfast. She wasn’t too sure about my concoction, even though she knew it was just food coloring. Oh, Mommy, what did you do to my milk?
pamelamyers | March 17, 2017
It is funny, all the things you do day in and day out for your kids to make their lives perfect, and they don’t notice a thing. I mean, I guess they wouldn’t, but still. It is frustrating. I feel like I am constantly running, trying to do things that will make Sam happy, and then, at the end of the day, she can be such a huge pain in the butt. Whiny, bossy, annoying. Ugh. It makes me wonder, why do I do it? Why do I try so hard? Well, mostly because even though she makes me insane at times, I love her so madly I can’t stand it. But also, in a more immediate and concrete way, because once in a while, she rewards the effort.
She just loves soft serve ice cream, or swirl, as she calls it, because she always gets the vanilla and chocolate. It is virtually impossible to get in the winter since every store that sells it like Dairy Queen, Rita’s or Vera’s, our local water ice and soft serve place, close for the season. She talks about her beloved swirl all winter long. Regular hard ice cream just doesn’t cut it. One day my mom and I took her out to dinner and ice cream came with her kids meal. She sort of picked at it half heartedly and then complained that it was too hard. I told her I could turn it into swirl. She looked very doubtful but was willing to see where I was going with it.
When I was a kid, I remember I loved soft serve too (I still do!) I used to take my bowl of regular hard ice cream and sort of smash it around, then stir it around until it turned into the consistency of soft serve. So, that is what I did in her cup. She was absolutely amazed that her magician of a mother could make her some swirl. She ate every single bite and smiled and hugged me the entire time. A few times since that night at dinner, she has asked me if I could make her some swirl, and I have. It’s the little things. The tiny rewards that you get as a parent that make it all worthwhile.