We all know one. The teacher, the mommy, the relative that have a flair for crafting with all the glitter, bows, gift bags, and sweet cards.
I am not one of those people. In fact, I think the glitter is the WMD of the crafting world; that stuff gets everywhere and is nearly impossible to clean up. And for every occasion, there is that Susie Craftsalot that makes the goodie bag perfect and other mommies just can’t keep up….
I got home after midnight from a business trip last night. That’s probably why I didn’t notice it until the morning. This bag. Alone. On the kitchen table.
Normally, getting my kids to the breakfast table is like trying to coax a couple of cats into a swimming pool. As soon as they wake up, they hide under blankets on the couch and make strange noises. But this morning was a different story.
Audrey came out of the bedroom, wiped the sleep from her eyes, and went right to the table. She sat in front of the bag with a smile on her face.
“What’s the bag for?” I asked as I created my super-duper breakfast parfaits. Colorful layers of yogurt, fruit, and cereal.
“We got it for our end-of-year party yesterday.” She reached into the bag.
“What did you get?”
She started pulling out different items and commenting.
“Goldfish crackers… Some cookies… ooooooh! Gummy worms! And a mustache!”
“Cool!”
The morning went on as usual, with me reminding the kids to brush their teeth, make their beds, and get a summer job. (Note: “I’m only seven” is not an excuse.) We finally made it out the door and walked to school as a family unit.
When Gabby and I got back home, I tidied up the breakfast mess before getting to work. When I reached down to pick up all of the things that Audrey had removed from her bag, I did a double-take.
Every single item was accessorized. Little notes. Ribbons. Sayings. Like a professional stylist had just prepped them for the red carpet at some weird awards ceremony for pre-packaged snacks.
Follow me on this one. I truly appreciate that people have taken so much time to make sure my child felt important yesterday. Craftiness is a gift. One I do not possess. I am awestruck by the flawless execution of cuteness on these snacks. And I realize the inherent hypocrisy of my statement, since I am guilty of adding a bit of “flair” to the breakfast parfaits from time-to-time.
But for some of you, it’s exhausting, right?…
Enjoy the rest here.

