Mother Dearest

13 Feb

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The Denning girls circa 2010.

The other night I called my mother to get her advice on some baking I was doing.  I had bold plans of making my own chocolate cookies complete with frosting and then raving about their success for the next month.

These are the types of plans I make for myself.

My mom didn’t answer the phone and I went ahead without her help.  I told myself this wasn’t a big deal.  I’m a 25-year-old girl!  I moved abroad on my own!  I have a master’s degree! I assembled my own Ikea…okay I can’t finish that one.

The point is, I’m an adult and I don’t need my mother’s help to read a recipe and make cookies.

An hour, half cup of butter/half cup of crisco, and the-biggest-mess-the-kitchen-has-ever-seen later I called it quits.  The cookies were a bust.  The kind of bust you can’t even clean up right away because your spirit is so defeated by the whole process and you need to just go lay down and watch Gilmore Girls to rejuvenate.  And then eat McDonald’s.

My mom called me back later that night and I told her the story.  In a few seconds she was able to diagnose my cookie problem, tell me a few stories of when she had done the same thing, and assure me how I could fix it in the future.  I guarantee had I been able to talk to her while making the cookies I could have eaten more than three that night.

(Yes, I still ate three of the bad cookies.  Go ahead and judge.)

I was thinking about this.  I’m 25 years old and still cannot make a batch of cookies without consulting my mother. Does this ever end?  Do I ever become a grown up who can do basic things without the help of her mother?  Or will I be 55 calling her about what type of medication I should take for my cold?

I started scrolling through my texts to my mother and have come up with a partial list of Things I Can’t Do Without Consulting My Mother:

Make cookies

Make waffles

Make rolls

Okay, cook

Solve laundry crises

Purchase refrigerator light bulbs

Diagnose my illnesses

Treat my illnesses

Buy a KitchenAid

Buy a hand mixer

Buy a rice cooker

Okay, buy kitchen appliances

I could go on, but I think you get the point.

And the point is this: My mom is the best.  She doesn’t mind calling me back late and night and talking me down from the cookies-were-a-bust ledge.  She doesn’t mind helping me with laundry crises I literally brought home with me over Christmas break.  I’m sure she will take my calls even when I’m 55 and am wondering for the umpteenth time what to do with unsalted butter.

Yes, I’m 25 years old and still have to call my mother for basic things.  But I’m lucky enough I have a mom who can help me with the basics.

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2 Responses to “Mother Dearest”

  1. Sara February 13, 2013 at 8:34 pm #

    Love your picture from San Fran! And if you need medication help, you can give your mom a break and call me for that one. Other than that, call her because she makes AWESOME cookies.
    P.S. You can’t take my sparkle away from me… (name that lover from our favorite show)

  2. Linnea Farnsworth February 24, 2013 at 7:02 pm #

    Jeff said to me the other night, “Have you ever made a trip to IKEA without calling your mom?” Why no, I don’t think I have. Moms are the best.

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