This morning we made snowflake waffles. These are just your regular old waffles, but we call them snowflake waffles because no two are ever alike. Plus, it helps differentiate them from Luke's other favorite waffle, the Eggo.
What I love about snowflake waffle making is the way Luke pulls his little step ladder over to the waffle maker, climbs up, and slips on his oven mitts, one on each hand. He then stares at that waffle iron as if wishing the light to turn on, and when it does he ALWAYS, without fail, screams, "Mommy! It's ready!" Then I go over and open the iron, prying the waffle loose with my fork. Luke grabs the waffle between his two oven-mitted paws and heads over to the table, where he places the snowflake waffle on his Spiderman plate. He then begins ripping the four pieces of the waffle apart, stacking them in various ways, turning them into pirate ships and other boy things by turning them over and taking strategic bites here and there.
I didn't realize until recently that when you're a parent, you don't plan most of your rituals and traditions. One day you suddenly realize that this is how we do it, how we have always done it, and how we will probably do it for years to come. Something as simple as making snowflake waffles has become an important, shared ritual in my household. Snowflake waffles are part of me and Luke now, an experience in the kitchen we share and never stray from at least two or three times a week. And while the experience is almost always the same, no two waffles are ever alike!
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Just goes to show that children are all artists - we are all born artists and have to nurture that within us before the world can leach it out of us through that natural process of maturity. Keep those traditions as long as you can and keep that little artist thriving!!
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