Wow, so my last post got a lot of people thinking! I’m so glad that you all reached out and shared your thoughts with me – some left comments, some emailed me privately, but everyone seemed to agree that it touched them in some way or another. I’m still trying to figure out how I can move forward with this in my own life. Just giving it a voice has helped somewhat, but I know there’s more work that I need to do.
Realizing what I lacked in my own childhood has made me aware of where I’m lacking as a parent, and I’m taking steps to correct that. Thinking back, I realized that I don’t remember my mom ever playing with me or asking me how things were going, so a couple of days ago I got down on the floor with my 6 year old and did a puzzle with her simply because she asked me to. I took my middle girl to her favorite froyo place after Girl Scouts one day – just so we could have some one on one time. My 14 year old son and I spent way more time than we should have looking at this on the internet (seriously, it is hilarious) when I should have been doing laundry. I’m trying to be intentional when I’m with my kids instead of just being in the same room with them – letting them know that I actually like being with them and not just tolerating them. It’s been nice.
I was thinking about times I felt alone as a kid, and surprisingly breakfast was one of those times. On weekdays, breakfast was cold cereal while reading the comics from the daily newspaper (I’m still a cereal junkie and have no desire to give it up – ever) – my dad had already left for work and my mom was getting ready for her job. And since I thought this was normal (which it might be, who knows?), for the last 15 years I have made no attempt to make a hot breakfast during the week. It’s usually Cheerios or frozen waffles for my bunch. I decided however, that making a hot breakfast for my family is one way I can show them that I care. Now before you think I’m getting all Martha Stewart up in here, let me assure you I’m not making a huge meal every morning – today it was bacon and oatmeal. Yesterday it was pancakes (I have an electric griddle that I can cook multiple pancakes at a time, so it’s really fast), and the day before that it was bacon and scrambled eggs (we like bacon. It’s like the nectar of the gods around here). Nothing fancy or complicated, and half the time one or more of my kids don’t feel like eating breakfast at all, but at least they know I took the time to make sure it was available to them.
And let’s just stop right here and let me say that if you give your kids cold cereal or poptarts for breakfast in the morning – YAY! Do not for one minute think I am saying that you have to make a hot breakfast for your family to show them that you care. I’m not talking about YOU, I’m talking about ME. I’m talking about this being one small thing I can do that will make me feel more attached to my family so that I am less attached to food. This is me trying to right one small wrong from my childhood. That’s all this is – so please don’t start feeling all guilty because your kids ate Chex Mix or Oreos for breakfast – that’s not what this is about, okay? Okay. Glad we got that cleared up.
So anyway, yeah, breakfast. I’ve made breakfast every day for the last nine days and my husband could not be more thrilled. Seriously, it’s as if I give him a new fishing rod every morning – he’s practically giddy. The man loves his breakfast foods. So the breakfast thing? It’s an all around winner in the Pear Household.
Anyone else out there a cereal junkie? Am I the only one who can only eat oatmeal once in a while because it kinda makes me gag? Do you cook breakfast for your family every day? Hit me up and lemme know!