Yes, I'm talking about breakfast, but not in the traditional sense. While I firmly believe that the key to starting the day off right is eating a healthy breakfast, I'm focused on something a little more valuable... Time. Specifically, time with my boy.
not a morning person. I would much rather stay up half the night and
then sleep until nine or ten o'clock. Sadly, the local board of
education doesn't care about my personal preference and has decided to
start the school day a little earlier. The nerve.
of parents choose to stay in bed and let their kids fend for
themselves. It's their prerogative and I'm not one to judge. But for
me, it's more important to take advantage of every moment possible.
clock is ticking. As a parent, I only get eighteen short years with my son before he crosses over the threshold into adulthood, heads off
to college and starts a life of his own. Yes, he will always be my son, but the relationship changes.
means I have just eight more years. Eight. As I watch each day tick
by, I grow more determined not to miss one single opportunity. Not one
I want to gaze at his beautiful face through my sleep-crusted eyes.
I want to laugh at his crazy stories as I sip coffee and he gobbles up a
man-sized breakfast. I want to listen to him chatter while I pack his
lunch. I want to drink in each moment.
me, breakfast has taken on a new meaning. It's not just about the food
that we put in our bellies. It's the one-on-one time I get with my
son... A way to love on him and connect before he starts his day.
What could be more important?
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