Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Brownies to School

The kids that carry baked goods into school always get the smiles. The teachers. The parents. When you can tell its homemade it makes people HAPPY.

So, when the opportunity came up to help with a luncheon at school I quickly signed up from brownies. Besides making people happy and for a luncheon brownies have the added bonus that I can send them something in the morning and not have to worry about setup or getting dishes back. True working mom perfection.

The night before the luncheon I stayed up late baking two pans of brownies. Let them cool and in the morning carefully wrapped them up. Paper plates in Ziploc bags. Two of them. Placed carefully on the counter ready to go to school.

Ready to go to school.

Enter my wonderful caring and loving daughter.

Not my super coordinated, carefully listening daughter with perfect balance. Because on this day, she had a one track mind: Brownies to School.

I said time to get in the car and before I could mention the brownies she took one plate, placed it on top of the other plate, and topped them off with a lunchbox. Then scooped up the pile and headed to the car.

My beautiful brownies were now mushed.

As we drove to school we talked about how they may look a little nicer for the teachers if they weren't quite so flat. She recognized that this was important and said she wouldn't put them on top of each other again.

That lasted until we got to school.

She hopped out of the car, piled the plates back up and proudly walked into school. Big grin on her face. Beaming with pride she headed to the school.

Thank goodness for the smile on her face, because she didn't make it 50 yards before tripping on the curb. She was just beaming with the flat brownies in her hands. Didn't see the curb. Same curb. Same spot as its been the last two years.

I don't know the last time I was so glad to be at her side, because I jumped in front of her and saved her a serious face plant. But my child. My child didn't even realize it. She said, "Mom! Why did you jump in front of me?"

It was all I could do to get out of the way and let her keep walking. Amidst the giggles of a few sympathetic moms I couldn't even think of what to say. So, we just exchanged a look and a smile.

Then. I looked back. To see the brownies on the ground. Upside down. Darn crack in the sidewalk. As I picked those things up and told her I would hold them until we got to the door, all I could think was, "Thank goodness I put these brownies in a plastic zipper bag." "Thank the freakin' goodness!"

When we went in the door I reminded her that the brownies needed to go to the teachers lounge. Since it had been "that" kind of morning I had her repeat it back, "teachers lounge."

At that point I had to go into the office to sign in. I was honestly kind of glad to let her go. She had to be safe. She was in the school and she said she knew where she was going.

Fast forward 10 minutes as I was chatting in the hall I saw her carrying the brownies into the classroom. All I could do was giggle. (I'm laughing right now just thinking back to it!) But I stifled the giggles as I watched the brownies fall back to the floor. Once again, plate in the air food on the ground.

The teacher I was talking to really didn't help. Although she meant well, she said, "oh. she is so sweet. you know we will eat brownies no matter how they look. They are home made girl and we are teachers!"

I couldn't take it anymore. I had to turn around. When I collected myself, she was actually handing one tray of brownies to each of her teachers.

They saw me around the corner and waved me over. I explained that they were for the luncheon and they both laughed. So, I graciously took them back and headed to the teachers lounge.

My wonderful caring and loving daughter - bless her heart - didn't have a clue.

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