Shapes

Gram was so funny. She'd say, "Be your own cookie!" We'd laugh, we're not cookies! First time she said that was to my older sister, Rhonda. We were all baking together one Saturday. It was raining hard all morning, we couldn't go outside. Rhonda would get upset when the shapes of the cookies came out odd or wrong. It was a big deal to her, then Gram would calm her down. She said they don't taste their shape, and they all taste good. We never at all understood the bigger meaning. About God making us one at a time, no two alike. To just be yourself, that solves most problems, Gram said. "Be your own cookie!"