A Story about A Cookie

A Story about A Cookie

Twelve Days Of Stories at The Chino House

Welcome to the first story of Twelve Days of Stories.

Since it is Christmas Eve, I have a really happy, sweet story for you.

(I am trying to make up for tomorrow’s sad story by making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside today.)

A Story about A Cookie

A Story about A Cookie

I’ve known all of my life that I am a giver.

I’ve known it since before I could even read.

As a little girl in nursery school, one day during snack time, the teacher ran out of cookies just as she got to me and one other little boy. She put the final cookie from her package on my paper towel. Then she left the room, presumably to find some more cookies.

All of the other children had three cookies on their paper towels.

I looked down at my lone cookie. Then I picked it up, broke it in half and handed one piece to the little boy next to me.

When the teacher came back with more cookies, she thoroughly embarrassed me by fussing over what a precious, wonderful child I was to share my only cookie. She shamed all the other kids in the class for mindlessly stuffing their three cookies while Jimmy and I shared only one. She rewarded us with more cookies and then, when my mother came to pick me up, she went through the whole episode all over again.

This story was repeated throughout my childhood. I was famous for “sharing.”

Really. The way other parents might champion a game-winning goal or a shining report card my parents told the story of how I shared my cookie.

But there’s something kind of wonderful about telling a child a story you find to be beautiful about them. If you tell a little girl that she is a giver, and you tell the story so often that she does not know if she remembers the incident or if she just remembers the telling of it, then she actually begins to believe and even live out this story.

So I’m not certain if it is genes or upbringing that has wired me to give.

Or perhaps it has something to do with the fact that I have a keen sense of fairness.

I’ve been pointing out what is not fair my entire life, even though my father’s standard remark to “That’s Not FAIR!” was “Life isn’t fair.”

Or if I said, “Why does Anna get more than me?”

He would say, “Because I like her better.”

Sarcasm is Daddy’s long suit.

A long time ago I heard Erwin McManus speak about having a similar sense of justice and he said that basically he was a Christian Communist. He just wanted everyone to be equally blessed.

“Amen.” I said.

Now that I am an adult, I know that I cannot make everything fair.

So instead I just make cookies.

Especially at Christmas, but I make them all year long.

I make hundreds of cookies and take them to schools and churches and potlucks and friends.

I think that somehow I am still trying to make sure there are enough cookies to go around.


  1. Alison, that’s a great story. Inspiring and motivating. The Cookie Story is now on my list of holiday favorites.

    1. Aww!! So super kind. Thank you Maria!! 🙂

  2. Love this. I miss your cookies.

    1. I miss sharing them! And I miss you!! XOXO

  3. Your cookie story shows it’s more precious to praise character over achievement. Thanks for sharing… and I’m kind of apprehensive about tomorrow’s story (?) Anyway, I do want to wish you and your family a most blessed Christmas!

    1. So true! No worries! It’s not that bad. Just not my usual happy fare. 🙂

      Merry Chirstmas to you too!! All the best!! XOXO

  4. Thank you for the gift of your beautiful story! I wanted to put my arms around that sweet little girl who shared her cookie and give her a big hug!!!

    1. Thank you so much June!! I hope you have a very merry Christmas!! XOXO

  5. You are an amazing giver and always have been. I’ve learned a lot from you about giving. Love remembering this story.

    1. I love that you are still telling me this story, after all these years. (And so many failures on my part.)

  6. I love that story. Wonderful to read on Christmas morning. I teach middle school and I think you have the right idea…..I try to pick out several kids each year who need to hear something special and then I reinforce the “smart, kind, beautiful, scientist,etc…” Every time I see them doing anything remotely close. I have been astounded with their growth. Thanks for sharing. I look forward to more.

    1. Going to bed happy now. 🙂

    2. Thank you Jenny! You are right! It’s so true that we all need to hear those affirmations of our growing character!

  7. […] I have been gifted with a childlike belief that there will always be enough to share. (See A Story about A Cookie) And what’s more, that it is when you go ahead and share before you see that there is enough, […]

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