08/13/2025
Some of my favorite childhood memories are the ones where my mom would pop open a cold can of Pillsbury biscuit dough and fry them up to doughnut and doughnut hole perfection. She never bothered with making a glaze for them but made sure to dust them up good with plain sugar and cinnamon. They always hit the spot in my belly. 😋
So of course I made my babies the same, with slight improvements. I made the dough from scratch and fried them in avocado oil. You see, I am my own mother - improving where improvements can be found. I think many of us can say our mothers did the best with what they knew and improved upon the experience they had with their mothers. It’s an unspoken honor system we carry on that initiates when we hear the cry of our firstborn. It’s then when we realize improvement is not optional - it’s a must. If we, as mothers (and fathers) don’t press on in our parental roles for the sake of those most dependent on us, who will?
As homemaker and queen of my house, I desire to become who God aspires me to be. To be all that I can be in Christ, is a life journey. If one foot forward looks like putting in a few more hours to punch out some doughnuts out of real dough, then so be it. If one foot forward looks like praying over your spouse and babies more than you ever have, then so be it. If one foot forward looks like counseling myself with all the resources out there to be level-headed when my toddler throws a tantrum, then so be it. I may not ever achieve perfection in the many skills I acquire or roles I fill in my lifetime but I know without a doubt all the effort and toil is part of God’s perfect plan for me and those entrusted to my care.
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