Christmas Cookie Conundrum
December 22nd, 2009
In the aftermath of the Christmas party on Sunday, we found ourselves buried beneath an avalanche of uneaten cookies, and so I decided to give a couple cookies plates to Miss Mouse’s teacher.
Little did I know the emotional angst that would lie in wait for me along that path.
It seemed simple enough: Give cookies to Miss Mouse’s teachers. But wait. Which teachers? Her Waddler Room teachers? The Toddler teachers that sometimes have her? Miss B who is her morning companion? And do you give them out individually (you might miss someone) or a group (feels a bit impersonal)? Once you start handing out the cookies, where does it end?
My husband was neither sympathetic nor helpful. He preferred to feed my dithering by interjecting comments like — “but what about the Admin staff?” and “You mean you’re not giving cookies to the lunch lady??” Thanks, dear.
In the end, I settled on four batches of cookies. One plate for the Infant Room teachers to share. One for the Waddler Room teachers, one for the Toddler Room teachers and a small one for Miss B since she didn’t fit neatly into any of those categories. The lunch lady would just have to settle for a heartfelt smile.
I can tell already that this is just the tip of the iceberg. Variations on this deep ethical dilemma will continue to plague me for the next twenty years of my life as my children grow. Bring on the Valium prescription. I think I may need it by the time we’re through.