Breakfast in 2007: I can remember breakfast vividly with my firstborn child. In her toddlerhood, I was careful to scramble only the egg yellows, not the whites, with a side of organic English muffin, no honey, but a high quality cream cheese. Orange juice with no pulp, infused with extra calcium. It all ended up on the kitchen floor, with both of us in tears.
Yet, every morning, the charade would begin again.
Breakfast in 2017: Three kids, all school aged, up before the repeat Heartland Series episodes on WBIR. Racing around the house trying to make sure they are wearing matching socks, shoes, and have on clean underpants. Nothing excites my five year old more than a bowl of Lucky Charms, or my six year old a waffle. Table is cleared, backpacks are grabbed on the way out the door to begin the commute to school and work.
And every morning, the charade would begin again.
Except this time, things are different. Things are simple. There are no tears or fights at 6:15am over a bland breakfast item that no one wants to eat. Mornings are stressful enough without adding to that stress. What gets you excited to hop out of bed in the mornings: Is it that piping hot cup of coffee with your favorite creamer? Or a danish at your favorite bakery on the way to work? My kids enjoy waking up to fun breakfast choices, usually a bowl of cereal, a waffle, bagel, or muffin, and of course, our family tradition of Donut Saturday.
There are hills in motherhood that I will absolutely die on, but breakfast is not one of those hills.
On the flip side, I prepare home cooked meals almost every night of the week. We keep fresh fruit in our home that our children are allowed to snack on whenever they are hungry, along with almonds and bottled water. We do not purchase soda or prepackaged cookies, and we rarely ever eat out at a restaurant, aside from Sundays after church or on a weekend excursion.