In any com­mu­nity, new moms and their fam­i­lies can ben­e­fit from acts of cook­ing kind­ness.


Thought­ful meals dropped off by neigh­bors and friends make life’s dif­fi­cult mo­ments so much eas­ier.

In the small farm­ing town of Ni­pawin, Saskatchewan, where I was raised, it’s not un­com­mon for the ma­tri­archs of our lit­tle slice of prairie heaven to pre­pare meals for neigh­bors. When my fa­ther passed away four years ago, I walked into my mother’s kitchen to find her fridge burst­ing open with enough food to feed the en­tire block. In that spirit, when my co-worker had a baby, I pre­pared lasagna, salad, bread and cho­co­late cake. She was so touched by the ges­ture, she cried. If mem­ory serves cor­rectly, I cried, too.

A few months later when my child­hood friend had her daugh­ter, I re­peated the meal for her fam­ily. De­spite be­ing in­vited in, I never stayed longer than to drop off the plates and share a brief, heart­felt hug with my friends. Fast-for­ward to the birth of my sec­ond son, dur­ing the hottest week of Au­gust on Prince Edward Is­land. The af­ter­noon we came home from the hospital, I took a nap and did not hear my dogs bark when the door­bell rang.

When I awoke, I walked into the kitchen to a freshly baked lemon meringue pie. My next-door neigh­bor, Donna, had made it when she saw us pull into the drive­way. It was so won­der­ful to be blessed by her thought­ful­ness. That she would bake a pie on such a hot day is a tes­ta­ment to what a great woman she is.

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