I used to work with a woman, a mother of two. She would do crazy things for her children. One day she came in really tired, had a long day. She said -one of the things she did that day – her little girl asked for some muffins for her lunch bag and she got up earlier than usual and baked her fresh muffins. When I asked why she didn’t bake them the day before, she said they wouldn’t taste as good. In those days, I was child free and loving my sleep. I couldn’t grasp her commitment.

Ada’s got a kinder excursion tomorrow morning and I’m one of the volunteer parents. I’ve thought it would make her very happy if we take some muffins with us for our lunch. She loves us baking things. And here I am, tired like a dog but baking midnight muffins for my little heart…