When we started out, the idea of making beautifully decorated stars and sugar-men, maybe even a tree or swan. The recipe promised easy to roll with dough that wouldn’t spread during baking (preventing the shapes from changing). I was excited about working together with my oldest and spending quality time creating something together.
I followed the recipe exactly. I even bought butter when usually I use only organic non-hydrogenated margarine. It said no substitutions and I wanted it to be perfect. After a few hours in the fridge (recipe said at least 2) we organized a spot to work on the table, floured the surface, floured the cookie cutters, the rolling pin, and brought out a small portion of the dough.
It was sticky, tacky, clinging to everything. I tried all the tricks I know to get it free- working faster; more four; a stocking around the pin. Nothing worked.
We floured our hands together and rolled the dough into small balls that we flattened out on the trays. We had to be satisfied with plain round cookies. Truthfully, they taste marvelous. The icing we added the next day made them colorful and sweet. But what about the vision of those beautiful cut-out cookies?
Here is where the difference of intention and expectation begin to matter.
When I hold an expectation that things need to be a certain way I could end up disappointed if something unexpected happens. Intention is less about what is going on outside of me, and lives on the inside. My intention is about who I want to be within the activity.
My intention (my inside goal, if you prefer) was to spend time with Jordan; to have fun; to work together and enjoy being with her. I got all of that.
Did I want beautiful cookies? Yes. And the truth is, I got them, even though they look different that I thought they would when we began.