Cooking is my happy place as well. Spent many happy hours with my children when they were young cooking together and they have grown up loving to cook as well. When I feel sad or depressed or listless I cook for myself and share my soups and lasagna with my next door neighbor who tells me she never learned to cook and appreciates my gifts of food. I grew up with a depressed and unpredictable and moody mother so I can relate to your story and your struggles. Thank you for sharing.
I think it's such a gift to pass on the love of cooking to your children, and I hope mine will pass the gift on when they get older. I'm sure your children and your neighbor are thankful for your labor, love, and thoughtfulness. We share with our neighbors, often, as well! Thank you for reading and for sharing what you have, Yvonne. I'm sorry for your mom. You sound like you gave your kids the mom you wished you had and that's incredible work! ❤️
Cooking is my happy place as well. Spent many happy hours with my children when they were young cooking together and they have grown up loving to cook as well. When I feel sad or depressed or listless I cook for myself and share my soups and lasagna with my next door neighbor who tells me she never learned to cook and appreciates my gifts of food. I grew up with a depressed and unpredictable and moody mother so I can relate to your story and your struggles. Thank you for sharing.
I think it's such a gift to pass on the love of cooking to your children, and I hope mine will pass the gift on when they get older. I'm sure your children and your neighbor are thankful for your labor, love, and thoughtfulness. We share with our neighbors, often, as well! Thank you for reading and for sharing what you have, Yvonne. I'm sorry for your mom. You sound like you gave your kids the mom you wished you had and that's incredible work! ❤️