Juggling thoughts

 Involving my sons in the kitchen(without losing my mind) I know! It gets messy at times. I confess that when I get off days from school work, the last and absolute furthest thing in my mind is having my boys helping in the kitchen. Our naturally cautious mind triggers our over protective thoughts: What if they end up slicing their fingers or peeling off skins? But when will they gain confidence if we don't allow them to? At the back of my mind, I've always reminded myself of my roots in food, cooking for loved ones. Kitchen is that one place which helps create bonding, reinforce responsibility, hone creativity and most importantly,kindling  the pure form of love that come through food. My earliest kitchen memories would be from the time around when I was 5Y. Mom and the cassava fries! Tea making was basic. From my first taste of half-fried potatoes at around 12Y to the monumental task of cooking a solid lotha- style pork by the time I was ready to go out of home at 15Y. It ...

There's a life in future with photos of little faces in the frames before our eyes.  Glass frames placed in the reach of little arms because they aren't any, mugs daringly sitting at the edge. There's a free calendar in my diary that isn't packed with reading time,music lessons, swimming lessons and muddy sports shoes. There's a house that's finally clean and spotless and we aren't stepping on legos or breaking our back by the cars tucked beneath the bedsheets. There's a coffee that's warm, and my body will be my own. And we'll get to know each other well for the third time, before them, with them, and then when only two slip-on will stay at the door. There's a clean car with no high-pitched sound and endless questions from the back seat There's a dinner date with no curfew, and my sister's no longer needed to babysitting, a freedom that feels kind of heavy in the heart. There's a life in the future, that's coming for u...