Sweet Creativity

Sweet Creativity

Annabelle had worked hard to bake the dozens of cookies and decorate them with sparkles. “When did I make my first cookies, mom?” They were just finished packing them. She fussed over each one she thought wasn’t perfect. “Well, honey, when you were old enough to get up on a chair to help. You didn’t make finished cookies that day, but did a great job of putting the flour in the mixing bowl. You looked so serious!” Madge laughed at the thought. It was a memory that always made her smile. “You wanted to make cookies everyday for the next two weeks, putting on a real pout when I said we had to wait. Your dad and little Rusty didn’t help. They would have loved to have fresh cookies every day.” 

“Let’s go, we’ve got to meet the others at the Senior’s Residence in a half hour.” Madge had been keeping an eye on the clock. “Is that box coming too?” There was one box left on the table with a note on top. “No, mom. That’s the one for Rusty. I’ll take it up and put it on his bed so he’ll find it when he comes home from Mr. Sampson’s.” She put her coat on and looked out the front room window for her brother. “Good. He’s not coming.” She raced up the stairs with his early Christmas gift. “I’ll be right out, mom!” 

Madge was proud of her daughter’s creativity and was amazed at how curious her daughter was about baking. She had read all her mother’s cook books for cookie and cake recipes, loved going to her grandma’s to help with her Christmas baking and was happier browsing in a fancy bake shop than going to a movie. In a library, she could be found in the Cooking Section when other friends were in the Graphic Novel section. Madge tooted the horn. Annabelle locked the front door and ran to the car. As she got in, she glanced in the back to see that her packages were safe. “Ok, mom, I’ve got my seat belt on. I hope my cookies will be all right.” Madge smiled and patted her daughter’s shoulder. “They are beautiful, honey, and delicious.” She backed out of the driveway and drove down their tree lined street to meet with their friends. 

“You can’t use up creativity. The more you use, the more you have.”

~ Maya Angelou