The boys were in elementary school when I was in my doctoral program. Like all busy moms, I often struggled to manage all my responsibilities.
One evening I found I had very little time to get the boys a meal and to their Grandma's house before I went to class. Rather than driving through a fast-food restaurant, I rummaged around in the refrigerator for something nutritious to feed the boys.
After about three minutes, I had prepared a plate for each boy that contained a low-fat yogurt, string cheese, a handful of Triscuits, half a peach, and a pile of fresh, raw, greenbeans. I was feeling pretty good about what I was able to put together.
The boys clammered into their seats and began to eat.
Holding a greenbean high into the air, Quinlan exclaimed, "I love these!" Which only confirmed my greatness as a mother and chef.
Then he said, "Mom, some day do you think we can try these cooked?"
So much for maternal and culinary greatness.
1 comment:
The problem isn't that you didn't cook for your kids, the problem is that you allowed them too much creativity...when kids start getting ideas, like cooking green beans, they'll run with it...soon enough it's pandamodium because the parents have lost controll of their now "thinking" and "clever" kids. Parents should think for the children, control their minds...that's my theory.
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