At first, she tried to pretend she didn't see me. Then I said, "Sarah, you are so busted. I thought you were in bed." "MOM"...she pleaded, trying to hide the container from view.
"Sarah, what are you doing?" "Nothing. Nothing. Nothing." she repeated. Finally, she showed me her container filled with six freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.
Then she dug out a piece of paper from the junk drawer and a marker. Once I saw what she was writing, I knew exactly what she was up to...
She was hiding cookies from her brothers. She wanted to be sure there would be some left in the morning. Smart cookie my Sarah is, pun totally intended:) In those three little words, Don't Touch Sarah, she let the entire house know what she was thinking. As she placed her newly labeled container in the cupboard, I wrapped my arms around her and told her how much I love her. I was bursting with pride and in awe at the same time. This tiny little incident, completely insignificant to most, simply wowed me. It was one of those moments of gratitude, that only a mom in the "Ds club" would understand. And I needed that to put everything else in perspective.