Momma, Can We Walk A Little Faster?

Morning Story and Dilbert

Vintage Dilbert
February 26, 1997

It was bitterly cold that day when Chelsea and her mom set out to visit grandma.

It was only a short cross town journey, but Chelsea was only six and her little legs would easily stress under normal conditions let alone such a walk as this.

“Momma, can we walk a little faster?” she begged.

“What’s the hurry?” Momma replied.

“Today is cookie day!” she said with much enthusiasm. “Grandma needs me!”

“What do you mean Grandma needs you?” asked Momma.

“Who is gonna eat all those cookies?” she said.

Momma smiled as she remembered growing up in Grandma’s house.

“Yes, yes it is cookie day,” she said. “I think I can smell chocolate chips already.”

Chelsea stopped. Then raising her head up and standing tip-toed she took a deep breath.

“Momma, can we walk a little faster?” she said again. “I think I can smell peanut butter, too!”

Now I don’t know about you, but I think I’d be running to Grandma’s house. I can clearly remember how great my Mother’s cookies tasted.

I don’t remember when all the rules changed, but I always got to lick the beaters back then. I can’t for the life of me remember being worried about raw eggs or other concerns we have today. Back then I had enough cake batter and raw cookie dough to satisfy my young boy appetite.

As they approached the house Chelsea suddenly bolted up the steps struggling to get the door open.

“We must knock, Chelsea!” Momma shouted. “It’s not polite to just barge in like that.”

“Okay,” she said then began knocking so fast the cold glass in the door rattled.

The door opened and in she flew, dropping her hat, gloves and scarf along the way.

“Mother, I’m sorry. I know she knows better.” her Momma said.

Grandma just smiled and added, “Just like you did.”

They both laughed.

The house was filled with the sweet smell of freshly baked cookies.

The still hot oven offered the extra warmth they both needed from the winter chill.

As Grandma and Momma walked into the kitchen, they discovered young Chelsea seated at the table eagerly waiting.

“Young lady? What will it be, milk or hot cocoa?” Grandma asked.

“Cookies!” Chelsea replied.

“Okay, but you will need something to drink. I suggest milk.” Momma said.

“And two of each cookie,” Chelsea added.

The three ladies sat quietly around the table for some time. The youngest was there for the cookies. The oldest was there for the love. The kind of love you can’t buy in a package or a fast food restaurant.

And Chelsae’s Momma? She was there to relive her own childhood, stir up some memories and make new ones.

For one day, with God’s blessing, Momma will be a Grandma, too.

These are the things of life we so often take for granted. They occur and often go unnoticed until one day, much too late, they are gone.

Sit for a moment right now and remember. Close your eyes. Take a deep breath.

Can you smell the memories?

If it wasn’t cookies, maybe pie.

If it wasn’t pie then maybe mom’s meatloaf or dad’s stew.

Whatever captures your heart is a memory in the making.

Never pass up a chance to make memories. They are bound to warm your heart on the coldest of days.

They will always brighten the darkest moments and lift you up whenever you’ve fallen down.

Author - Bob Perks
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20 comments
    • Thank you so much for the nomination for the Inspirational Blogger Award!!!! This is truly an honor!! Take Care and God Bless 🙂 Kenny T

  1. I’m a grandmother now and loving it. I’m not sure what my 2-1/2 year old granddaughter will remember most, but she loves watermelon, and I try to have it when I know she’s coming. Someday soon, I hope to make cookies with her.

  2. “The youngest was there for the cookies. The oldest was there for the love. The kind of love you can’t buy in a package or a fast food restaurant.”

  3. Lyn said:

    I remember my Grandma (Nana) so vividly even though she died more than 50 years ago. She baked the most amazing apple and rhubarb pies. The pastry was so light and flaky it just melted in your mouth. The sweetness of the apples and the tartness of the rhubarb were a perfect combination. You’d peel the top off the pie, roll it into a cylinder and dip it into the filling before eating it. Then came the filling and finally the pie case. The pies went particularly well with her stories about my dad when he was a boy. My favourite was the one where he ran away with the circus. My Nana radiated so much love; I just wish my twin brother had lived to share it with me.

  4. Well, Kenny T, nobody else has said it, but I will (and I mean it); I can still remember the smell of fresh coffee brewing at my grandma’s house. It overpowered everything else in the room – except for all the love, of course! 🙂

  5. Patty O said:

    What a wonderful story! It does bring back memories of Mom’s chocolate chip cookies…which my children still love today when I bake them! And I too hope to be a Grandma someday!

  6. Ann said:

    Hah! I baked chocolate chip cookies yesterday and had all those same wonderful feelings and memories 🙂

  7. Anonymous said:

    I am planning to leave in a few minutes to play with my soon three-year old granddaughter. I am taking cookies so we can play “tea party” so this double motivated me! I am fortunate to live in the same town and one street over from her.

  8. Regarding the comment I just made, I am hardly annonymous. WordPress is crazy this morning, wants me to log in twice.

  9. Oh I love this story…going to Grandma’s house and now having my grandchildren come to their’s is a treasure I so appreciate. Thanks for sharing Kenny!

  10. “Never pass up a chance to make memories.” So true. Tied up in the sweet memories are the positive character traits of those who’ve loved us–their kindness, patience, generosity, etc. These leave an indelible impression that guides the next generation. I know. The examples of my grandparents live on in my heart and continue to influence who I am today–decades later.

  11. bgddyjim said:

    The meatloaf? C’mon Bob, not MEATLOAF! I was all fired up about the cookies… Then CRASH, meatloaf.

    Great post… Oh well, meatloaf. 😉

  12. Kenny, what a day you chose for this….. 🙂 Smiles for the memories but lots of tears today–all heartfelt. Take care! 😀

  13. Homemade bread. A tradition I’ve passed on to my kids and theirs. Grandma’s bread is special 🙂

  14. It was morning pancakes for me! I’ve found myself creating more memories to last than piling up fleeting accomplishments.

  15. ADdaddy said:

    Really a great thought. One that reminds you that you will be here only for a while. So spread love and be love when we needs it most.

  16. My daughter’s long grown and gone from home. She told us that an old neighbor’s daughter contacted her on Facebook and wanted to know if she used to live at such and such a place. Seems she remembered the chocolate chip cookies my wife makes 😉 My waistline remembers them, too. Loved the line about being there for the love….

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