While the taste of that nasty concoction will hopefully fade from my son’s mind one day, I do hope he does remember one thing. His mom tried. God bless her soul, she tried. She didn’t hit the mark with everything she made but she did have a yummy kind of love for her f***ly. She didn’t always make the best stuff in the world but she had a good recipe for life. She never forgot the secret ingredient of sweet love. It was never omitted.
Perhaps when he gets older, recalling all the food disasters, Nathaniel will be able to reflect upon our life as a f***ly and see the deliciousness in it all. And simply smile remembering the taste of love only a mother can give.