Our family has a weekend breakfast tradition. On Saturdays, I make pancakes and on Sundays we go out for donuts. It's a lot of carbs in our house on the weekends.
A few weeks ago, I found a recipe for whole wheat pancakes with oats. I drug my laptop into the kitchen to look at the recipe, whipped em up, and served them to the kids. They gobbled their food down and I proudly re-pinned the recipe with a smug little comment about how I got my kids to eat whole wheat pancakes and they didn't complain or even seem to notice the deviation from the standard Bisquick pancakes I normally make.
The following weekend, I went to make pancakes again. As I was pulling out ingredients and going to the living room to fetch the laptop to get the whole wheat recipe again, my 6 year old stops me and says:
"Mama, I want you to make the pancakes you know how to make. Don't make the ones you don't know how to make."
And now each Saturday, I hear "Mama, you're going to make the pancakes you KNOW how to make, right?"
But don't tell him I generally sneak in oats anyways.
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
The older you get the more you realize you don’t know.
But, I think I’ve learned a couple truths in my 38 years.
One of those is that clichés are often true. One of the truest is “You can’t love someone else until you love yourself”. If you are self-loathing, or don’t respect yourself…it’s just not possible to love another.
Another truth I’ve learned: you have to share it. If you love yourself… it’s going to die if not shared. You can’t love another if you don’t love yourself, but you MUST love others if you DO love yourself. Truth.
Inspired by the song "Sing" by Travis.