Today is the last day of 2017. It is also the last day of the NFL season, and, based on the way my Bears and Cardinals have played this year, it is the last game for any team that I care about. So while watching football and enjoying the last day of Christmas decorations, I decided to do a little baking.
With our lemon tree producing an over-abundance of lemons again, I decided that today was a great day to make a Sour Cream Lemon Pound Cake. If you have never had this, you should probably stop reading right now, click on the link, and make this phenomenal cake before reading any further.
I got out the ingredients and got into my zone. The butter and sugar were getting creamed, I was zesting lemons, and I heard, "Hey dad, whatcha' doing?" I explained to my five-year-old that I was making a yummy cake. And then I heard the words that are sometimes sweet, but usually not at the time when I want them. "Can I help?"
"Can I help?" I have never heard these words when I was picking up dog poop. I've never heard this while folding laundry or cleaning the bathroom. "Can I help" has never come when I am sweeping off the patio or cleaning the garage. I love when my kids want to help, but it is usually at a time when I just want to do something on my own.
But I looked into Little E's eyes and saw his sparkle. He asked why I was grating the lemons. Then he asked if he could help. He got excited zesting lemons and helping daddy. He cracked eggs, measured flour, and made the whole experience absolutely inefficient. Our number of dirty dishes doubled over what I would have made on my own. I waited each step as he slowly, oh so slowly scraped the flour from the top of the measuring cup, tapped in the baking powder, and measured every ingredient.
Patience isn't easy, and helping kids become independent is tough, but with grace, faith, and enough Sour Cream Lemon Pound Cake, I know that we will make it.
Here's to a happy 2018!