I clearly remember my sons words “Mom, they are just cookies”. When he said that, it woke me up.
On a day in June, the baker in me decided to make some sugar cookies with my son. My son decided to cut the cookies in Bunny forms. I did not say much, but really the perfectionist in me was screaming “EASTER is OVER, son, we should not baking east bunny cookies really” But the better person in me, said nothing and went along with it. Then the cookies decided to be stuck on the cookie sheet, and I literally went nuts over it. I was screaming at my son by that point, “you ruined my cookies” And he looked at me said “Mom, they are just cookies, what is the big deal?” Then I realized that he is right, why am I getting upset over some cookies. And they still taste really good. The next day I had to apologize to him and told him that the cookies actually turned out really well, as I put chocolate over it. It was still really yummy. I also realized that I have a great life that I had time to be upset about cookies.