being a mom
Honest Toddler’s Mom: Holiday School Craft
Last year there were eight children in my seven-year oldâ€™sÂ class. Come holiday time each one got aÂ handmade card and snowman-themed goodie bag sack. The night before distribution, my daughters and I sat at the kitchen table crafting the gifts. It was a wonderful bonding experience. The stuff memories that last a lifetime are made of.
As “O Holy Night” played in the background and the fireplace crackled behind us I thought, “Wow. I’m good at parenting.”
Days before, I had carefully planned out what we would be giving each child. These are herÂ classmates. Her first friends. Sending them off to enjoy the holidays with a treat was my pleasure and privilege. I took my calling seriously.
Fast forward to this morning. The alarm on my iPhone began chirping at 6:30 am but Iâ€™d alreadyÂ been awake for 15 minutes. Lying in bed in a state of frozen semi panicÂ it had started to sink inÂ that I had let D-DayÂ slip. This was the last day before holiday break.
As my kids shouted for breakfast I went into the garage and began to think, â€œWhat would MacGyverÂ do if he had a Pinterest account?â€ With 17 kids to consider, I knew it would have to be easy andÂ quick but at the same time make me look like an incredible mother.
I found candy canes, a large box of orange/lemon fruit snacks, and Easter candy that Iâ€™d hidden fromÂ the children months ago.
â€œ I can make this work.â€
The Easter candy was well within its expiration date but didnâ€™t exactly scream â€œwinter festivities.â€
“The animals in baby Jesusâ€™ manger werenâ€™t enchanted.They were regular so they had to eatÂ something, right? Couldnâ€™t it have been carrots? This is not Easter candy, these are Baby JesusÂ Marshmallow Christmas Carrots,” I reasoned.
My subconscious gave me sideeye.
â€œYouâ€™re pushing it, Bunmi. Youâ€™re really pushing it now. PlusÂ not everyone celebrates Christmas. Enough parents hate you for your aggressive school dropÂ off driving, you donâ€™t need more enemies.â€
Then I had an idea. What if I tape the fruit snacks to the candy canes. Yes. It call came together inÂ a flash of lightning and blue smoke. I can create a Snack Pack. A Holiday Snack Pack. I began toÂ hear angels singing in my head and instantly I knew this was how Einstein felt when he stumbledÂ upon the theory of relativity. I could feel the ghost of Nikola Tesla, the inventor of remote controlÂ and alternating current, patting me on the back. He whispered into my ear, â€œYou are one of usÂ nowâ€ and handed me a glowing yellow saber. Written on the side of the saber were the words: Good Inventing Brain.
I began to work feverishly in my lab (on the floor by the family room). It was all a blur but I wasÂ done before I knew it. Yes. Yes. People will know my name.
17 Candy Cane Fruit Snack Combo Packs: done.
But wait. How will they know which parent masterminded this? Computer. I ran to my laptop andÂ opened Microsoft Word. With the help of my Epson Printer I made labels with my daughterâ€™sÂ name on them. I chose a romantic font and used green text because red and green are holidayÂ colors.
Using more tape, I affixed each label to the Candy Cane Fruit Snack Combo Packs.
Looking at them I just knew that Iâ€™d created the next Pinterest sensation.
â€œWhen the Ellen show calls, Iâ€™m going to act humble,â€ I decided.
Winter break has begun and I can’t help imagine how excited the schoolchildren must have been to see their Candy Cane Fruit Snack Combo Packs. Yes, some parents made cookies andÂ individual sacks of hot chocolate with marshmallows that look like Rudolph but I didnâ€™t see anything that came close to my level of craftsmanship.
To the children smiling and giggling while savoring the flavors of my creation I just want to sayÂ this:
Youâ€™re welcome and I love you. Merry Holidays. Love, Bunmi
Bumni LaditanÂ writes the blog Honest Toddler. You can see more of her writingÂ here.
(Images: getty, author’s own)