There is still a little bit of Christmas left around here...mostly the kind I've hidden away in a drawer because it's too nice for the kids to eat. It has a high cacao content, or it was expensive, or my friend/mother/husband gave it to me (just to me) special because I really, really like chocolate.
I never meant to be that mother who hides in the laundry room with a handful of chocolate chips on a particularly tough afternoon. Some days, like today, the constant bickering and hair-pulling and shoving and tattling can make a mama cry. Sometimes, I do. Sometimes, I yell instead. Today, that bit of Christmas in the kitchen seemed just the thing.
So I got it out. I whacked it to break it apart, I carefully peeled back the foil, and I passed out smooth, fruit-shaped wedges to each of them. "Let's share it," I told them. After we'd licked our fingers (and I'd washed mine) I played all their favorite songs until they were yawning and heavy-eyed.
The house feels peaceful. No one is yelling or crying. It might have been the Christmas...or it might have been the sharing. Either way, I'll take it.
Five-Minute Friday is a chance to write for five minutes in response to a one-word prompt without worrying, over-editing or backtracking. It's finger painting with words, kind of the way we used to color without feeling anxious about staying inside the lines. We share our work over at Kate Motaung's blog- you can go there to check out more and to share your own writing.