Well uh, let me just take a moment to introduce myself.
My name is Holly & I am in fact, a short order cook.
Yeah, I am sooo one of those moms.
Before I ever had a child of my own, I had plans. Plans to be tough. You should've heard me talk about motherhood. I'd spout off all kinds of things. Things like, "My kids will eat what I prepare for them or they'll eat nothing!" & "My kids will never be allowed to eat candy except for special occasions." & "My kids will only watch a half an hour of television a day."& "My kids? Throw a fit in Target. No siree."
Oh my. I look back & have to laugh at myself. I spent so much time lining out all of these ridiculous "rules" as a mother & let's face it, I didn't have a clue. I had turned the thought of motherhood in my head time & time again, but I hadn't felt motherhood in the depths of my soul the way you do when you look into the face of your baby. I had no idea that once I held that little booger in my arms that my heart would turn to mush right there on the spot. It didn't dawn on me that all that "tough" I had built up in my head would quickly be softened by a little boy who goes by the name of Jett Jett.
Motherhood changes you. Or it did me, anyways. The very core of who I am is different because of the love that has pierced my heart & soul. I look at this little boy who shakes his no at Lucky Charms, shakes his head no at peanut butter toast, shakes his head no at scrambled eggs, & my love overrides that "tough" that I thought I was going to be. It's then that I find myself scouring the fridge trying to figure breakfast out for my finicky little eater so that his little body starts the day off with some sort of nutrition.
Now hold up for a second. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking I've gone completely soft & that this little mister is running the roost around here. Well let me inform you--I haven't & he's not. I've still got some fight in me yet. There's some tough that lies inside me & trust me, I can whip it out when it's needed. There are some wars worth fighting & by golly not only will I fight them, but I'll win them. There are certain things that won't be tolerated around here & this momma will lower the boom when needed.
But over breakfast battles? Nah.
I'll just continue being one of those moms.
You know, the ones people who don't have kids sit back & judge.
Well, judge on. Or come over for breakfast. Chances are, I'll cook up whatever you like.
How about toast?
Toast with peanut butter?
How about just the Lucky Charms marshmallows?
Happy Hump Day, friends.