I was amazed to find, over the holidays, that one key to becoming my best Mom-self was to slow my frenetic pace, stop doing so many things for my kids and just BE with my kids. For a while I got so caught up in being the PTA president, serving in my church youth group, working part time, planning a wedding, preparing for the holidays and encouraging my kids to develop their unique talents, that I lost track of who my kids were. I felt like this was especially true for my younger ones.
Imagine my disappointment when I realized I couldn’t identify what my 8-year-old would love best for Christmas. When I asked her what would be her ultimate Christmas wish, if it could be anything at all, she said, “I want to help you make the monkey bread for Christmas morning.” Wow. I didn’t realize how giving that kind of gift had become difficult for me. Had I become that protective of the things I was doing, presumably, for my kids? I now had to do these things all myself? I had everything planned out in my mind for a simple, happy Christmas. But, it was a complete do-it-myself holiday.
What kind of holiday is one you make all by yourself, when you have a whole family to make it with? I decided I’d throw caution to the wind – let the pudding mix fall where it may. I broke out the frozen rolls and let my daughter build our traditional Christmas breakfast treat the night before.
Our Christmas morning monkey bread was even better than usual (not even slightly burnt on top). And, my daughter also got to help Santa fill some stockings before going to bed on Christmas Eve. It was beautiful. It was simple. I just had to let go and BE with her for these activities, not do them for her. The enjoyment was always supposed to be in the doing together. And, surprise for me! It was. I felt my Mom-self loving it and not worrying about brown sugar on the counter or getting the floor a little sticky.
This realization isn’t just for holidays either. I felt better about my holiday and better about myself. All it took was letting my daughter into my world and sharing hers for a few minutes.
QUESTION: What is it that prevents us from truly being there with our children?
CHALLENGE: Invite your children to do one task with you today; try to choose something that you normally do for them.
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Monkey Bread
18 frozen roll dough balls
1 3-oz pkg cook ‘n’ serve butterscotch pudding
1 cube butter or margarine, melted
2/4 tsp. cinnamon
1/2 cup brown sugar
1/2 cup chopped nuts (optional)
Place frozen rolls in greased bundt pan. Combine remaining ingredients. Stir just until moist. Pour over frozen dough. Place on rack below center in oven overnight (not more than 8 hours). Turn on oven to 350 degrees and bake for 30 minutes. (Preheating is not necessary.)
Note: If you let them rise too much, the topping will spill over, and you’ll end up with a sticky, smelly mess in the bottom of the oven.

Can I just tell you I love that your last name is Rhodes and your cute story is about monkey bread! It made me smile!
I needed this reminder. It is so much faster and cleaner for me to do things by myself. But my kids love to help, and I need to let them more often. I have wonderful memories of baking with my mother. Thank you for sharing the recipe, too!
I love your article, and especially since I have watched you over the years with your family. You have always had a desire to show your love for them by giving them learning opportunities, though oft times making much more work for yourself. As your father, I have always delighted in seeing you succeed, and especially as I read between the lines of your “Monkey Bread” story I am so thankful to see how you love and nurture your children, my grandchildren–even as a recovering perfectionist!
I love your story! What’s even better was when you shared that Money Break with mom and me on Christmas Morning and how proud your eight year old was for being able to help with it. I have always felt so blessed to see how you have tried to give your children educational opportunities, even though it involved much work on your part, at times and watching your successes as mom with them. I appreciate your efforts and sharing of your story and how it affected you.