Reading this throwback post today, I was reminded of all the special moments of motherhood. I love the creative side of being a mom.
Reading this post also made me wish that I had continued the Welcome Home Snack tradition much longer than I did. My kids loved it so much.
But before I could get too down on myself I thought of yesterday’s post and of how the Welcome Home Snack was just one of many of The Stories that I’ve shared with my children. We have a lifetime of moments like these to string together into the most amazing tale.
And we’re not done yet. There’s still plenty of whimsy, wonder and adventure to be found.
Who knows, maybe I’ll even bring back the Welcome Home Snack.
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Welcome home surprises…
September 4, 2008
Yesterday’s welcome home snack started with this note that led the kids on a treasure hunt throughout the house. I hid several clue scrolls that had them running up and down the stairs, laughing and squealing, “this is fun” the whole time. After a long search they finally ended up in the pantry where they found this:
Yummy welcome home snickerdoodles.
It was so fun to watch their excitement. How wonderful it is that with just a little preparation you can make a child’s whole day.
I went ahead and re-hid everything to surprise the older girls when they got home, and if you think that kids get too old for these kinds of things, you should have seen them running through the house trying to discover the prize. It was a great way to welcome everyone home.
When I picked Jamie up from school today she said that all day she kept wondering what snack she would find waiting for her this time. So cute.
Today I didn’t have much time so I quickly whipped up a batch of Paula Deen’s microwave peanut brittle, arranged it on our official after school snack cake plate and placed it next to a vase of fresh flowers and our welcome home sign. The kids were as thrilled as ever to find it and their smiles made my day.
It truly is the simple things that make life worthwhile. I love being a mom. I couldn’t ask for a better job or better kids.
It’s bliss I tells ya, pure BLISS!