There’s this thing my neighbor Julie and I do, and it kind of started as a joke.
Last Fall, I baked too much of something fun and sent a bunch over to her family on this turkey plate.
About a week later, I got the plate back with something equally fun.
After a while, I sent something over on the plate again. Sure enough, back it came, loaded.
This is a fun game, I thought.
Now it’s a thing. Julie’s son made cookies and made sure we got some. When Gabe made his cupcakes, he took some over.
The Lord knows Julie and I weren’t trying to teach any kind of lesson. The truth is that we have a massive distrust of small batch cooking and our butts can’t handle the fall out.
But dang it, the kids are watching and their take away is that we share the bounty of our kitchen.
Which SURELY has to balance out that last week at the beach, Annie filled a cup with sandy ocean water and ran across the beach yelling “MOM! I have your vodka tonic!” This caused a man who had already passed me with his surf board under his arm to come back and tell me I had a little bartender in training on my hands, like this was momming at its very best.
ANYWAY, it occurred to me that one of the ways we can hold the bridge is to bake some cookies and spread them around. Or cut some flowers and leave them as a surprise on someone’s porch. Or take the neighborhood trash cans back up from the curb. I personally would send my kids to do that one, but whatever. You see my point.
One house, one neighborhood at a time—that’s how we make the world smaller and build community. That’s how we hold the bridge.
Full Of Graces 