Receiving your Child’s Love can be as Simple as Making Peanut Butter Cookies


I’m not a great cook. My husband might whisper that to you behind closed doors. But there are a few things I make really well, like homemade potato rolls, homemade mashed potatoes and gravy.

However, I love to bake. Baking doesn’t get an eye-roll from me, it gets a smile. I can make an apple pie with a homemade crust, I tell you. And I love to make cookies because I love cookies, but there are just so many ingredients … it’s tedious, messy, and none of us really need the extra calories, so I don’t make them often.

But imagine my surprise to see a recipe from writer Kathi Macias for peanut butter cookies requiring three, I repeat three, simple ingredients. I thought, no way … too good to be true.


Some believe that receiving a child’s love/a teen’s love is too good to be true. It’s too time consuming. Too many ingredients required. It’s tedious, messy. Well, we can’t be good at everything, but we can be just good enough in a few areas to make a batch of homemade love.

So, I put this recipe to the test.

The ingredients are—

1 Cup of Peanut ButterButter up your child. Say what’s in your heart. My 17 year old daughter looked so sweet on Sunday, so beautiful. In my eyes. Not only on the outside but on the inside, too. She approached me when I was getting ready for church and asked to take a selfie with me. My heart swooned. After church, I said to her, “You are beautiful.” With her chin lowered beneath a bashful grin, she said, “Thank you, Mama.” She knew I meant it, and the compliment made her day. She might even remember that moment forever. I certainly will.


1 Cup of SugarGive your kids sugars (In Texas, “sugars” means “kisses”). Last night, my youngest daughter was resting beside me before bedtime. My mind flashed back to the moment after she had endured kidney cancer surgery. She had just been wheeled into her hospital room, only 13 months old, and the nurse placed her on her tummy. My first thought was if I had just had surgery, I wouldn’t want to lie on my tummy, on my incision. My baby girl raised up on her knees and hands, crying. It’s a moment I hate. She was scared and confused and in pain, I’m sure. We quickly had her placed on her back.

Returning to reality and unable to contain the tears, I looked at my 15 year old and kissed her forehead at least ten times and told her how grateful I was for her … for her life. As I laid my head back down, a moment passed, and she kissed my cheek.

Katelyn 2001 enduring chemotherapy

1 EggBe the egg-xample. Spend time with them, and they’ll spend time with you. After sharing my novel’s plot with my oldest daughter and seeking ideas from her, she wants me to help plot her novel. 

And after years of singing songs together, my youngest shares listening to One Direction songs with me. She’s taught me every word of the sweet songs. “Half a Heart” is my favorite. You should give it a listen. It’s sweet.


Mix well. Roll into one-inch balls, place on ungreased cookie sheet, and make crisscross pattern with a fork.

My youngest daughter helped me. We both love these peanut butter cookies so much so that as soon as we run out, we make another batch.

Bake at 350 degrees for 9-1/2 minutes.

A perfect batch of homemade love.

Do you like to bake? Do you have a yummy simple recipe that you’d like to share? What advice do you have for garnering true love from your kids, family, and friends or showing love to them?

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6 thoughts on “Receiving your Child’s Love can be as Simple as Making Peanut Butter Cookies

  1. Shelli, beautiful post. A lot of good memories are baked in kitchens. I'm going to tell my cookie-baking teen daughter about your recipe. Years ago she wanted me to make some no-bake cookies from a home school math book. So I did. Now she makes them, and she said she wants my recipe book when I don't need it anymore. For sure she can have it (It's a handwritten book). Thank you for reminding me where my heart belongs…God, family, home.
    Blessings & hugs ~ Wendy

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  2. Sweet pictures of your two loves. That selfie with your oldest reminded me of the time when my step-daughter indirectly complimented me. I was teaching one high school class at the time (I mainly teach middle school), and she told me to “just tell them you want to teach high school full time.” Her often goofy, off-the-wall step-mom teacher must not have embarrassed her too much, and her friends and others must have thought I was okay. Whenever a teenager hints that I'm kinda cool (or even okay), it makes me day!

    As for recipes, when she tells me now that she's making a recipe that I made when she was a kid at home, that's a compliment too. A favorite of hers and mine is The Pioneer Woman's chicken tortilla soup. (find it on Ree Drummond's site).

    Nothing says love like food, I guess. And that God's word has fed her throughout the years and continues to, brings a parent, step or otherwise, peace.

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  3. So true, Melodie. My grandmother would always make my favorite food items when I'd go visit her. She'd point out that she did … made me feel so special. She stole my heart with her words and actions to me. She was so good to me.

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  4. Wendy, thank you. I love that you have a handwritten recipe book. So sweet. I have a recipe box with handwritten recipe cards in it. There are recipes handwritten by me and my mother. And I have a handwritten recipe book that a friend gave me when I married. It's special.

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  5. Love this!! And I'm going to go make some of these today. They're GF so I can eat them!

    Thank you, my friend. And as always, I love your photos–and your heart. Wish we were neighbors.

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