“You’re still jealous of us, right Mom?” asked Ezra.
I don’t think I was jealous of my 6 and 8 year old sons. I think I was just psyched that they had so much fun, learned so much, and came home from their naturalist class all fired up about tapping trees. Really, I begrudge them nothing.
So on the way home, when they begged me to let them tap some more trees in our neighborhood, I considered it. “You really want to make some syrup, huh?” I asked.
“No. Not really,” answered Zach. “We did a taste experiment and the syrup from IHOP was better. Did you know that it’s made out of corn? I think the corn syrup is better.”
I didn’t have the heart to tell him that Mommy has very bad feelings about the corn lobby and that Daddy is a syrup snob, and that we will never have the good corn-syrup syrup in our house, the kind I grew up with and still prefer. Our home, sweet, home is and will forever be of the maple variety.
So, yes Ez, maybe I am jealous. But it’s not of those who tap maple trees, but rather those who get to tap the delicious Boysenberry Syrup at the IHOP.