Navigating life with a teenager….who happens to have bipolar disorder

The Uneaten Cookie

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Holiday traditions tend to start during times of change.  When couples meet, get married, have kids, buy a new home. There once was a drastic change in my life that caused such a tradition to start.

My older sister, Tina and I were raised by my dad in Connecticut.  When we were in elementary school, my mom and step-dad moved about 2 hours away to Pennsylvania.  For many years, we spent weekends, school breaks and summer vacations travelling back and forth.  She and I had our ups and downs, as all sisters do, but  throughout our lives, we were each other’s constant.

The summer I was 14 I found out that I would be returning to my dad’s on my own.  Tina would be finishing out high school living with my mom.  I was devastated. I didn’t know what I would do without her.  I started high school as an ‘only’ child for all intents and purposes. It was a strange feeling for all of us.

Christmas time came and Tina decided to come spend it at my dad’s house.  On Christmas eve morning, we decided to bake some cookies……something we hadn’t done in many years.  There was a special sugar cookie that we made, it was shaped like a heart and had colored sugar in a rainbow pattern. Once they were in the oven, I started to feel ill.  I ended up spending Christmas eve in bed with a fever and upset stomach. After the cookies were done baking, Tina came in and gave me the special sugar cookie.  Still not feeling well, I put it under the little tree that sat on the nightstand in our room.

Once the holidays were over and I was putting away decorations, I realized that the cookie had gotten stale….but I didn’t want to throw it away.  I sat it in a little basket on a shelf in my room.

The next Christmas came around and, as a joke, I wrapped up the cookie and gave it back to her.  This became a long-standing tradition.  After about 5 or 6 years the original cookie started to crumble, so we decided to bake a new one, used beads instead of sugar crystals and put a clear coat it.  This year will be our 24th year to pass the cookie…..by far, the longest standing tradition in our family.

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Comments on: "The Uneaten Cookie" (12)

  1. Oh myyyy this is just the sweetest story ever gosh it made my heart sing thank you for sharing xxx

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  2. Reblogged this on Eclectic odds n sods and commented:
    This is the sweetest story I have heard in a long time. I hope it makes your heart sing like it did mine x

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  3. What a beautiful story and tradition. I love it, so sweet.
    And I love the Cookie Monster cartoons lol x.

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  4. That’s a wonderful tradition, SC. Very heartfelt. I hope it goes another 48 years, at least, that heart sugar cookie with the clear-coat. ❤

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  5. That’s a wonderful tradition to start, all the more so for it’s randomness and yet how much it shows your love for one another and your shared humor.

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  6. We have one kind of like that, it’s this terrible gift– Billy the Big Mouth Bass– a fish on a plaque that sings an obnoxious song– that has been passed back and forth every year for at least a decade. No one wants it, so we get creative in wrapping choices. Notification by card, small box with note inside… nobody ever really knows where the bass will show it’s ugly, obnoxious face.

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  7. mrscrawford1998 said:

    Great tradition, although the idea of an uneaten sweet (even a shellacked one) would kill me. I hope you can connect with your sister virtually, if not face to face this holiday.

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