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Halloween Boo Platter |
The Boo Platter |
Story over. A year goes by.
This week, my daughter bursts from the school doors and calls out, "Mom, I signed you up to make treats for the Halloween party. Everyone wants the Boo Platter! Let's make another Boo Platter!" She's holding my hand, staring up into my face, and talking about this Boo Platter like it's become a public school legend.
I wake up this morning and arrange the foil in the shape of a word. It might be the most important thing I do today, the thing that matters as the years go by. God made me a certain way, and when I act out of that authentic self, I leave a beautiful mark. A simple embellishment--in my style--to a platter created a memory--a tradition--that children remembered and needed. These small acts that I think make no mark, that make no difference, that seem silly and awkward and out of place, actually embed themselves in neighborhood memory.
Living with flair means pressing on in small embellishments that flow from my personality that help shape a family and a community. Sure, some other parents made more creative and impressive things, but what my children remembered and love was a word. Because that's me.