I am baking cookies. My son is coming home from college for a week and my maternal instincts send me to the kitchen to bake him some love.
For the first time, I wonder if I am doing the right thing? Showing love with food. Junk food no less. Isn’t that part of the problem for so many who have weight issues… the lifetime of food as a gesture of love or salve for what ails us? Got a boo boo, here’s a brownie. Did well on your test? Got a new job? Let’s go out to dinner to celebrate. Lonely at camp or college? I’ll send you a care package filled with love in the form of all your favorite treats.
My son is skinny. He has never had a weight problem. Knock on wood he never will. And I would go further to say that he does not have food issues, like I clearly do. Sure, he eats too much junk and very few vegetables. But he mostly eats when hungry and stops when full. Sure he eats in social situations, but not to excess or too often. He managed to survive unscathed from his mother’s years of yo-yo dieting and her being culinarily challenged.
So he can eat cookies and suffer no ill effects. In theory.
But the new and improved me feels just a bit like a drug pusher. Giving sugar to my son. Here little boy, tee hee, want a cookie? Cackle, cackle.
And he didn’t ask me to make them. He asked me too cook salmon and lasagna and a favorite beef recipe. Which I will do. But I know he will enjoy and appreciate the cookies. And I suspect he will even realize that me baking his favorites for him is like me telling him how much I love him and how happy I am to have him home. A hug of sweetness.
Don’t get the wrong idea… I am going to make my son cookies and I am not going to feel guilty about it. He will enjoy them and I will enjoy him enjoying them! But I just wanted to share that little voice of new awareness in the back of my head. The voice that says I should show my love in other ways. And I do. But today I am also going with the cookies:)