Later as I evaluated my unexpected bread making results, I couldn't help recognize the metaphor for motherhood. Like my bread, I have similar expectations for my children. I once believed incorrectly that if I used the same recipe, ingredients, & techniques my results would be predictably perfect. I have come to realize that children like bread need to be gently kneaded, they need warmth to rise, their course, rough surface need to be smoothed. They become misshapen when forced into a mold. And regardless of the consistency, no two turn out the same.
The lesson learned, parenting takes a lot of practice, patience, and failures to master and still the results might be quit unexpected.
4 comments:
I swear, you are so clever!!!! Let me assure anyone reading that this bread tastes as good as it looks!!! Thanks for sharing!
Very fitting analogy, lady. Too bad sometimes I just want to punch that bread dough down into obedient submission. And so I resist (try to) the urge and carry on. :-)
So profound, and totally true! You are a fabulous mother, never worry about that !
You are amazing. Love the bread. I've felt like such a great mom sending Shira to school with a sandwhich made on homemade whole wheat bread!!! Too bad you made it and not me. :-) but nobody has to know. And when am I going to get a lesson!!?? I don't think I can go back to store bought bread, I really don't. Help!
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