Last weeks snow produced a flurry of activity from my newly minted 15 year old, a lanky 6’1 boy/man. It also produced a flurry of protests: The cookie jar was empty and had been the entire week. According to Alec, I was too busy selling cookies to make him some. (This was a gross overstatement as the cake dome in our kitchen where we keep fresh baked goods is never empty for long.)
But I had to admit certain rightness to his complaint. Alec and his buddy had worked on shaping, packing, and lighting their igloo for hours, despite the subfreezing weather and the only evidence of substances consumed in my absence were hot chocolate dust on my counters and a trail of minimarshmallows leading to an empty bag.
I remedied the situation with a quick batch of Phil’emup cookies, Alec’s current favorite. (It pleases me that Alec and his friends make no distinction between gluten free and non. They don’t read labels. They only use their taste buds to figure out what they like.)
As I pulled the cookies out of the oven, I quoted the proverb: “The cobbler’s children go unshod.” You can imagine what kind of response that produced in teen-age boys. I said: “Haven’t you ever heard of the saying the shoemaker’s son goes barefoot? It is kind of like baker’s son going without cookies.”
The whole experience got me to thinking about how easy it is to come up empty-handed with those we are closest to when we’ve spent all our skills and energy on behalf of the wider world. So go ahead and make good on your intentions. Make a pair of shoes (or cookies) for someone you love.