A few weeks ago, my good blogging friend, Jenny Feldon, introduced me to Practical Katie, another social worker turned blogger (like me) sponsoring an awesome project she dubbed #cookieswap. The project involves mom bloggers baking cookies and sending them to another mom blogger somewhere in the U.S., and Katie is organizing the whole shebang! There is also going to be a recipe e-book along with blogging tips, and of course, all the bloggers involved writing about the #cookieswap on their blogs.
In my mind a fabulous event with the opportunity for amazing exposure, networking, and sharing among bloggers. Of course, I said ‘I am IN!’ I make a mean chocolate banana loaf, and I just know whoever I get in the exchange will die for it. I decided that the loaf would ship better frozen and this way it would be ready to eat upon arrival. So, in order to make the December 12th shipping date, I decided to bake and freeze this weekend…..
I thought yet another fabulous opportunity to involve the boys in what I am doing, and we would enjoy an hour of baking, smiling, and photo taking. Well, I thought wrong. Even though my stories of days past when families would bake dozens of Christmas cookies and exchange with neighbors and friends were compelling, the boys were not buying. Although I was going hard sale with the uniqueness of the #cookieswap and mailing of cookies among blogger mommies and their kids all over the country, the boys still were not buying.
Bottom line, as the mom of 2 tween boys, this was not the project they were hoping I picked. Maybe mom blogger fantasy football or #xboxgameswap, but #cookieswap was not on their agenda. Disappointed and disgruntled, I baked by myself. All by myself.
The whole time, I wished for an idyllic story for my blog of my #cookieswap baking complete with really cute photos that I touched up in instagram. Instead, this is the story that I have – Pittsburgh mom blogger bakes delish chococlate banana loaf to share with other mom blogger in Michigan while her tween boys wrestle in the other room. End of Story.
When the boys were younger, they always baked with me….When does this tradition stop? Is it normal?
The whole experience kind of haunted me all weekend. Should I just let it be? Let my kids be who they are – non bakers? Allow my tween boys their independence? OR – should I make them bake with me again?
These are the thoughts that fill my mind….I have not been able to come up with the answer yet. Care to lend your opinion?
I still have 1 week to bake….. desperately in need of a baking partner, Rachel