Lauren's 8th birthday is on Tuesday. Tonight we took a birthday cake to our church small group gathering.
Lauren has chorus rehearsal practice tomorrow night, and she asked months ago if I'd bake cookies for her to share at rehearsal. It's a bit extra-special for her because her food allergies means she never gets to eat any of the cookies other girls bring. Since they are the Ladybugs, I'm decorating thirty-something ladybug cookies tonight.
A few days ago, it dawned on Lauren that she would have cake on Sunday, cookies on Monday, but no special birthday treat on her actual birthday. She requested cupcakes. Normally, I would've figured out a way to make a batch of allergy-friendly cupcakes, even if it meant staying up late. Instead I decided to explain how two special treats in one weekend was plenty. I said, "No."
Two large baking projects in one weekend is my limit. Accepting my own limits means that I just cannot find time tomorrow to make (and decorate) a batch of cupcakes.
It's a baby step, but it's a step closer to accepting that I don't have to be everything to everybody.
|N is for No|