Hey! Where'd My Breakfast Go?!?
Jan. 11, 2013 6:13 am
Updated: Jul. 7, 2013 6:04 pm
When my girls were wee babes, I made breakfast for them every morning. It was always simple fare. I usually made dry cereal with milk for them. Sometimes they'd get a piece of fruit and often they would be offered a glass of
orange juice. Occasionally I would make eggs and bacon with toast for breakfast. My guess is that they don't even remember my making breakfast for them.
Somewhere, I lost my breakfast. I can't remember when I stopped making breakfast for my kids. I think it happened while we were living in Germany. I started to get up just a little bit later. Fifteen extra minutes sleep was so nice! I hadn't yet been diagnosed
with sleep apnea, but I am sure that this was what was making me so tired. Soon I was getting up in time to make a quick lunch for my oldest (the youngest preferred hot lunch) and then walk them to the bus stop which was in front of Gasthof zum Wildpark in
Strasslach. It was one of my favorite Biergartens in Munich.
I am still getting up to see my kids off to school, and I am still throwing a quick lunch together for my oldest. They get their own breakfast though. I am pretty sure that this has a tragic element to it. Many of our childhood memories revolve around acts
of service our parents performed for us. Some might say that the memories revolve around food, and you could make a case for that. Would the food be there if the act of service hadn't preceded it? I wonder what memories I have given my kids. Will they look
back fondly on their childhoods, will they try to look back but have no memories, or will they look back and feel they were cheated?
It seems so trivial, but here is the problem as I see it. We live a typical yet unusual lifestyle. I am a stay at home dad and have been since number two was born. I don't regret having done this, but I have to admit that I have not been a great housekeeper.
I deeply resent the seeming futility that keeping a house clean represents to me. My wife is an executive and necessarily spends much of her time away from home. That explains the unusual part of our lifestyle; it is still uncommon for the husband/wife roles
to be reversed, though no longer unheard of. I still get references to Mr. Mom, and eyebrows still lift when I tell acquaintances about my career. The kids represent the typical in our lifestyle. They are both in high school and both are busy! My youngest
is the real gadabout. I am always carting her somewhere, and I do enjoy that. It brings me joy to see her so involved in life. My oldest has a different temperament and prefers to spend her time alone. (She has her nest in the family room!) That isn't as joy
inspiring to me, but I figure to each their own. That's a long lead up into telling you the simple fact that we don't spend much time together. We don't build many memories through daily interaction. I feel that there is tragedy in that. Not huge, overblown,
Hollywood style tragedy, rather the everyday sort, which is far more profound but not necessarily crippling.
Does anyone else travel down these lahars of memory as they eat breakfast? Somedays I almost feel as though I am a victim of my own mind! Here I am, innocently eating my oatmeal, and all of these thoughts pop into my mind unbidden. Incidentally, this was the
first time I've made oatmeal using milk rather than water in which to boil the oats. I prefer steel cut oats even though they do take much longer to cook. I think I will stick with water most often. The milk boiled oats were terrific, but they were also incredibly
rich and filling! If I had thought ahead, I would have withheld the brown sugar and maple syrup. Milk, when cooked down, becomes very sweet, but I digress.
I think I will have to make a resolution. I don't like doing that because making resolutions seems to be a set up for failure. Perhaps that is just an excuse to be undisciplined. So I hearby resolve that from henceforth I will, with intent, make more memories
by serving my family better. I proclaim this with the fullness of understanding this great truth of Scripture: "And above all things have fervent charity among yourselves: for charity shall cover the multitude of sins." If you love, failure takes a holiday!