My wife started having an annual Christmas cookie day baking celebration about 3 years ago. She had hosted these before but when our first granddaughter became old enough to enjoy it, it became an annual tradition. She makes it quite an event usually buying all participants new slippers and a new Christmas ornament. The participants, so far, consist of my wife Kathy, my two daughters, and my granddaughter.
As the grandfather (AKA the Grinch), I also have a role. I am a dough stealer (yes, I like raw cookie dough) and a bowl licker (I also have a sweet tooth). But we have two future cookie makers that aren’t quite ready for prime time. I watch them while the flour flies, the smells get sweeter, and the chatter gets louder.
It is a very casual affair. My granddaughter, who is five, wears pajamas and my wife and daughters dress comfortably. We have a fire going and Christmas music playing while I have a football game on with the sound off. I’m usually too busy to see much of the game because, this year, I am chasing my 11 month old grandson up the stairs, which he loves to climb about 13 times a day; and I’m watching my 2 month old granddaughter, letting her mom know when she is beyond my help (after all, I can’t breast feed).
At the end of the day, we have cookies, cookies, and more cookies! Except this year we only had one kind. This bummed me out a little because I love those small round white one with nuts inside. I didn’t want to ask why we only had one kind. I’m sure there was a reason and I didn’t want to highlight any potential differing opinions. I wanted to keep everything positive, if you know what I mean.
My daughters and granddaughter love cookie day, as hectic as it can sometimes get. The dads, my sons-in-law, took the day off from this event as they normally do. I think that is okay! Moms and daughters need their own traditions. I’m just there to help out. When my grandson gets older, it will be up to him if he wants to get involved in cookie day. If not, I’m sure he will go off with his Dad and maybe have lunch or go to a college basketball game.
While moms and daughters have their own traditions. Dads and sons can have traditions too! And if Rosemary (the 2 month old) turns out to like lunch with dad or basketball games more than making cookies (which I doubt will happen), then she and her dad can have their own dad and daughter tradition on cookie day. Traditions are very special to kids. It’s something they can anticipate and enjoy with their family. It’s another tie that binds!
When Malia, my 5 year old granddaughter, was going home she asked her mom, “Does everyone celebrate Cookie Day, or is it just our family?” Tradition and celebration seem to go together hand-in hand.