Easy Whipped Honey Butter (perfect for yeast rolls!)
Every now and then a kid drops a pencil box. Unlike dropping just about anything else in class, dropping a pencil box causes A Moment.
Everyone holds their breath. Everyone briefly evaluates the force of the fall — did it tip off, or was it knocked off? Everyone waits for impact and the subsequent, smaller impacts to evaluate the level of chaos that will ensue.
After the fireworks across the floor, everyone locks eyes in deep empathy — we’ve all been the pencil case dropper — and swoops in to grab a few colored pencils, a big pink eraser, a spatter of post-its from far and wide.
If you’re the pencil box dropper, you feel sheepish and grateful in equal measures. You didn’t mean for anyone to see your mess, and here they are shuffling through it. If you’re the witnesses, meanwhile, you don’t feel judgment about the dropper’s clumsiness or the state of their pencil box: you just feel bad that they’re stuff is everywhere and you want to help.
And oh, have I been the pencil box dropper before. I’ve nudged it off the table, thrown it across the room, royally smashed it. And every time, people came out of the woodwork to help me pick up the pieces. They offered me a place to stay, offered to take care of Byrd and Squirt, offered to bring me things I needed, offered to take on a task I didn’t have the bandwidth before.
So many times lately, though, I’ve desperately caught it out of middair, terrified and humiliated at the thought of dropping it, all my messy problems out for the world to see. Isn’t it funny how even though we know there are helpers all around us, we’re still so worried about being the one who needs help?
Today, remember how you feel when someone else drops their pencil box. You feel empathy and you want to assist. That’s how other people feel when yours drops, too. This is super hypocritical of me to be telling you but: we don’t have to hide our mess and pick up every piece on our own.
One year ago: Maple Brown Sugar Brie
Two years ago: Pumpkin Bread Stuffed with Chai Cheesecake
Three years ago: Cranberry Cheesecake Pastry Braid
Four years ago: Drunken Pumpkin Gingerbread Snack Cake
Five years ago: Spicy Pumpkin Soup with Croutons and Crispy Fried Onions
Six years ago: Moist Fluffy Coconut Cake
Seven years ago: Pumpkin Streusel Swirled Cream Cheese Pound Cake
Eight years ago: Individual Cranberry & Pecan Croissant Bread Puddings
Nine years ago: Cannoli
- 1 cup butter, softened
- 1/3 cup honey
- 1 tablespoon canola oil
- Beat all ingredients together until fluffy and smooth.
V.L. Kolts
January 8, 2019 at 4:52 pm (6 years ago)Oh, you’ve brought back memories today. I, too, have been the pencil case dropper. Then dropping a tray in the college cafeteria earned you a big round of applause. Blushing only makes it worse!And the honey butter. Oh, I remember getting it as a treat from the milkman. Yum! I agree with everything you said – we never judge others, but we feel judged ourselves, don’t want to ask for help, but will willing give it. Thank you for the walk down memory lane & the reminder that no one is perfect.
Rebecca
January 8, 2019 at 10:41 pm (6 years ago)During 2019, I am focusing on being present and at peace in all circumstances and also on taking time to look at myself in the mirror each day to affirm at least one positive attribute of mine. Thanks for the great reminder that having others who help lovingly and non-judegmentally is a tribute not only to them but also to me in having chosen wonderful people to be in my life. Blessings to you and yours during 2019 and beyond.
Rebecca
January 9, 2019 at 5:07 pm (6 years ago)I happened upon this web-link and thought you might wish to read it if you haven’t already. Although not applicable to me specially, I thought it was just so honest and inspiring – much as I view yours also. 🙂
https://studiodiy.com/2019/01/07/a-review-of-2018-what-to-expect-in-2019/
Joanna
January 11, 2019 at 9:57 am (6 years ago)Lovely analogy! Thanks for the wise words 🙂