A Box of Crackers
My daughter's preschool Christmas party was last Tuesday. We were asked to bring something to share for a lunch. I brought a box of crackers, which left me feeling simultaneously impressed and mortified. Impressed because 1. I remembered to show up - ON TIME! and 2. I brought food. Mortified because A BOX OF CRACKERS. Look - I know that it's not about me, it's about the kids. I know that, okay? I get that when it's all said and done, and my crackers are in a bowl on the table, with all the other food, nobody even knows who brought the box of crackers. No, it's more that unlike the Grinch, my heart is two sizes too big, and because I love people best via food, bringing a box of crackers feels like a pitiful expression of love. I've tried so hard to continue being the mother who makes incredible food, despite having an incredibly busy schedule - and most of the time, I pull it off. This season, with its endless parties, ceremonies, and events - has und