I put the brakes on what type of Mom I was not going to be long ago. One of those types was the fresh-breakfast-making type. I have a friend of mine who makes her children’s’ breakfast even now. She has two high schoolers. She has been frying up bacon, sizzling sausage, scrambling eggs, and flipping pancakes for many a school day. Couldn’t be me. That is what I said to myself.
I have brought many brands of cereal, pop tarts, toasters strudel, cereal bars and the like to make the morning meal as easy and portable as possible. As a preference, I don’t do mornings. It was a sad day for me when Jazmine was a baby and I could not longer offer her the breast as her pre-breakfast meal while I remained in the bed. I now had to get up and gather breakfast up! Baby Grace still takes her morning tata-meal and goes back to sleep for at least an hour before requiring that I get up and gather her breakfast.
My Jazmine is not a big breakfast eater. I usually have to force her to eat something. She will eat a donut or pop tarts without hesitation though, but we can’t have that every morning. (Her father’s preference, not mine…regarding the pop tarts). However, recently, my husband has taken to making bacon in the morning. I bought orange juice to help my husband get over a cold. Since then, my Jazmine will get up, toast some cinnamon raisin bread, eat it with bacon, and drink orange juice. I asked what gives?
“I like hot breakfast Mommy,” she says. Truth be told, she has been saying it for years but this is the first time I heard it for what she was saying without trying to shortcut my way out of it. I used to make pancakes in bulk and freeze them so she could have them every morning. That worked for a time but one day she abruptly quit that. I asked why. She said she prefers fresh pancakes. I asked why. She said because there is no love in frozen ones. I would make her bacon on occasion in the microwave. She prefers pan-fried. I bought chocolate cereal. She stopped eating it after a while.
This is deeper then just breakfast. My Jazmine likes to be pampered and catered to. It seems that one of her love languages is Acts of Service. My primary love language is the same. I thought it would be easy to express this love language to her since we speak the same language. I was wrong. Her acts of service are different from mine. I think that is because at her age, how many acts of service can she really receive as love? I can’t vacuum for her. I can’t do her school work. I can’t put her toys away. I can do all of those things but those chores are her training for adulthood. I can’t show her love in those things on a regular consistent basis and still expect to raise and adult who can take care of herself.
What I can do is make her hot breakfast every morning.