It was the day after Christmas and the kitchen counters were still lined with tiered plates and footed candy bowls offering sweet confections, towering over platters spread with cookies. My little man stood eyeing the dishes.
"Mama, what I'm really craving is your bread."
Sustenance. Basic. Familiar. Nourishing.
For a flash of a moment I was surprised. And then I smiled, knowingly. Warm memories rose in my senses as if the aroma of my mom's bread baking golden could be savored wafting through the kitchen. This singular aroma stirs tender thoughts of holidays, my mom, home.
So here comes my own little man quietly, wistfully seeking the basics. Amid the flurry of life, sometimes we just need the most simple of needs met. Isn't that what motherhood is really about? Nurturing our families through meeting their most basic, yet essential, needs?
