I dropped my first born little baby off at a party recently with people that I have never met before.
Ok, well baby is a slight exaggeration, I guess most people might use the word child, or even tweenager. The smart young thang in question would prefer the phrase “basically a teenager” but those words ain’t crossing my lips for at least 1 year, 2 months and 16.2 days thank you very much. Even then I think I might go with “basically a child” in deference to the rule of laxidaisical age regulations that she herself has fostered.
Now I am not an up tight Mum or anything but it did seem a little serious leaving my precious little girl to go hang out at a public space on her own.
Yes, my cute little girl who is all grown up is doing all the right things; making new friends, gaining some independence, pursuing her own interest and rollerskating.
I am absolutely pleased and happy.
But I want to say this. Time goes too fast! Having babies is such hard work and it is often the most terrifying and difficult thing to do, but it is also so rich and special and beautiful and fleeting.
So enjoy each moment.
I know this is often hard and sometimes impossible. When someone says “enjoy each moment” to me I basically just stare blankly at them, wondering what it is I am not meant to do or feel.
But nonetheless I think it is still true.
Perhaps I should say this instead-
Just enjoy each moment that you can.
Grab them as they swing by and linger.
Hold a fat, pudgy baby hand a little longer next time or bob down on your knees and stare a little person in the eye. Enjoy the feel of their little feet against your back in bed at night and join in with them on the playground instead of watching from afar.
Because one day you might have to enforce a “you must talk to me for at least 45 seconds” rule.
My very grown up first baby is actually pretty ace as a tweenager. I would be much more sad about her growing up if it wasn’t for the fact that she is becoming a pretty awesome person. I just sometimes wish that I could find the pause button.
I recently read a book where the main character intermittently commented “and I was happy for a moment” or something to that effect. What an excellent way of enjoying life’s precious moments. Instead of seeking after fantastical non-stop happiness, isn’t it better to instead soak ourselves in the happy little moments as they arise?
This book gifted me another gem to, a recipe for White Hot Chocolate with Cinnamon. Stirring chocolate into a pot of hot milk seems like the perfect way to tempt a luxurious moment of happiness to me and it has the dual effect of luring my girl into my orbit. A tweenager cannot resist melting chocolate in my experience and the amount of time it takes to steep and stir is just about right for conversation.
- 500ml of milk
- 100grms of white chocolate
- cinnamon sticks
- Gently warm the milk in a heavy based saucepan.
- Do not let it boil.
- Grate in your favourite white chocolate and stir until smooth, creamy and completed melted.
- Add a cinnamon stick to a mug and pour over the chocolate drink.
The cinnamon is quite strong which I like, so you might like to change that part of the recipe. You can just add one stick of cinnamon into the pot of milky chocolate toward the end and you will get a gentler effect. But there s something decadent and gorgeous about using a whole cinnamon stick to stir your drink and this version stays true to the recipe in my novel.
I hope you enjoy it.
Someone over on my Facebook page mentioned making a hot chocolate with chilli so I think that will be my next idea. I’m looking forward to experimenting with that one.
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