It’s gradually been diminishing since having my first child, but almost non-existent since the birth of the second. In the fog that is often referred to as ‘mother brain’, I am trying to remember when I last enjoyed it. Or perhaps losing it is ironically a symptom of mother brain.
Or perhaps I missed out on a cooking gene. Come 4 o’clock in the afternoon, my brain freezes and I’m rendered incapable of chopping up vegetables and putting on a pot of rice.
So for the past few months we’ve survived on a simplified menu of crockpots (with much thanks to Mr G), and occasional dinner donations from friends. We’ve been so grateful for those gifts. Nothing like the burden of ‘dinner’ being lifted! Ah!
But even better is when a dinner gift arrives unexpectedly on a day when you are at your lowest ebb. Yesterday was one of those days. It was the late hours of a long afternoon. My body was aching, my kids were crying, I was barely keeping myself awake, and I was counting down the minutes until Mr G got home. And it was then that I noticed a bag at my front door. Inside was a cottage pie with loving instructions on how to heat it, and some cinnamon scrolls ready to bake. The ultimate comforting dinner. My heart soared.
A food angel had flown by. An angel that I haven’t known that long, and really we’ve barely met a few times, but she reached out in kindness because she’s a mother and she understands. I burst into tears. Someone cared!
This was a huge reminder to me of the power of caring for others. That a simple gesture can go a long way. I may not be able to give that much right now, but when I’m back on my feet again and this season passes, I hope that I can be an angel too.
* Photo is not the cinnamon scrolls from my angel, as they got inhaled before I even thought of taking photos. Instead, please enjoy a blueberry muffin from my photo library!