Rom-Coms with Real Mess, Real Magic, Real Heart.
Little girl got rather muddy playing outside. I mean, mud inside her boots as well as outside, and all over hands and face. “That’s okay,” I say to her at the back door as she’s throwing her clothes in a muddy pile for the laundry. “You’re a kid. Kids are supposed to get dirty,” surprising myself at the sound of patience in my voice. “Oh, thanks!” she says. “So, then, I can do this again tomorrow?”
Sometimes my favourite thing to do–while not the easiest thing to do–is letting go of my Superwoman complex. I can’t do it all; I can’t be all things to all people. I’m only now learning to admit and accept that.
I do like to cook, but not when I have to cook. Breakfast for dinner–waffles with blueberries or french toast with strawberries–is a fun change, and always comforting after a long day. My daughter never complains, and it’s the easiest thing to cook.
I usually make fluffy, Belgian waffles from scratch in our waffle maker, but one day last week I was having a particularly busy day, so I took the easy way out and made toaster waffles with blueberries on top. Decaf lattes for the grown ups, and ice cream with sprinkles for our daughter, and everyone was happy.
Go ahead. Pass the maple syrup, and tell your inner Superwoman to go take a hike!
Heather Grace Stewart 