Pie for Breakfast
I've got a confession to make:
I let my child eat Oreo Pie for breakfast.
Topped with Cool Whip.
I hadn't been to the grocery store in a week and he is my picky one. I sometimes detest going to the grocery store and my procrastination had finally caught up with me.
Would you like pancakes? No they are too fluffy.
Would you like some yogurt? No I'm tired of that and I don't like the strawberry flavor only the kind with the candies in the lid.
Well we've got to catch the bus in 8 minutes and you will be hungry in about an hour so tell me what you want to eat?
How about some bacon? Sorry we're all out. Mama needs to go to the grocery store.
Well can I have a poptart? Sure, uhmmm....just kidding the box is empty (Curse you husband who puts empty boxes back in the pantry.)
Well do we have anymore Oreo pie from last night? Yes. Do you want that?
Are you really going to let me eat that for breakfast? Yes if you will eat it in 3 minutes and then brush your teeth immediately so we can run to the bus stop.
Thanks Mom (as I slide the pie pan across the slick granite countertop) You are the best!
And now I am an official card carrying member of World's Best Mom...at least for that day as he bragged to his friends on the bus that I let him eat pie for breakfast and they all enviously chorused in, "Dude, your mom seriously let you eat pie for breakfast straight out of the pan?"
I did have this brief moment during our morning breakfast fiasco that a good mom would have known what her family needed for breakfast, gone out late the night before to ensure they had a proper and nutritious meal the next morning, and certainly would not have given in to such a moment of weakness and allowed her child pie for breakfast. (And not even a fruity pie at that.)
However, as I pondered all these things in my mind (and very quickly pondered them since we were on the bus stop countdown) I reasoned that it did have some carbs and dairy in it and that is better than nothing. Not to mention the amount of sugar in pop-tarts and cereal obviously counteracts any nutritional value they may have. So in the big scheme of things, it's really not a big deal.
I also had to listen to my self-talk and decide if I wanted to believe the lie that I was a bad mom because I didn't have a proper breakfast for him that morning or if I could just chalk it up to life happens, we get busy, I am not supermom, and a slice of pie for breakfast never hurt anyone. Quite the contrary, I jumped a few rungs on the "Mom is Cool" ladder that morning.
Have you ever noticed how one little glitch in our parenting days suddenly becomes the paradigm in which we judge ourselves....and others.
Try a few of these:
Truth - My child refuses to eat most vegetables.
Lie - I am a bad mother who is teaching her child poor eating habits, who will certainly have an unhealthy child and who will not have as many advantages in life as those who do eat vegetables cheerfully.
Truth - My child had a meltdown in the middle of the grocery store aisle because she didn't want to sit in the shopping cart anymore.
Lie - I am a bad mother who has no clue how to tame or discipline her children and who obviously needed to wait until said child was well-rested, fed, and grown before ever taking her to the grocery store again.
Truth - My child pushed another child on playground.
Lie - I am a bad mother who obviously doesn't spend enough quality time with her child because he seeks attention on playground and he doesn't know how to appropriately interact with other children because I am a bad mother.
I am sure that any one of us who has been a parent for more than a few weeks can attest to the crazy talk in our minds and that somehow if we don' keep it in check, the lies will become our truth.
How do we keep our attitudes and minds in check when the lies threaten to overtake us?
1. We could send our children to boarding school for the next 12 years and hope someone else will do a better job of raising them than us.
2. We can choose to believe the lies and live in a state of self-doubt and resentment for those who seem to be doing it better than us.
3. We can call a lie a lie and refuse to walk down the slippery slope of assumptions and judging of ourselves and of others.
We can choose to believe the best.
Refuse to judge others based upon a one-time scenario.
Refuse to make snap judgements of others based upon the smallest interactions.
Instead of always assuming the worst, why not give grace and chalk it up to a bad day.
Instead of being judgemental, why not get down in the trenches with them and confess some of your less than perfect parenting moments.
Instead of making the jump from bad decision to bad parent, why not fill your mind with the truth that, I am a good parent who loves her child dearly and has his/her best interest in mind but sometimes I do make bad decisions from which I can learn and grow. And in the big scheme of things...it really won't matter as much as I think it does.
And God’s peace, which is so great we cannot understand it, will keep your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus. Brothers and sisters, think about the things that are good and worthy of praise. Think about the things that are true and honorable and right and pure and beautiful and respected. Do what you learned and received from me, what I told you, and what you saw me do. And the God who gives peace will be with you.
Oreo pie - It was a one time thing. Never have done it before but can't say I won't ever do it again. I love my child. Do my best to teach him good eating habits and trust that one day he'll learn to love his veggies. But in the meantime, I know that I am a work in progress, I am certainly full of imperfect parenting moments, and I only can hope that the same grace I want you to give to me, I will turn right back around and give it to you.
Let's make it our mission to choose to believe the best about others and be a blessing to someone who was expecting the worst and received a great big dose of understanding instead. Because really...you might be the one facing the morning breakfast dilemma next time and find you feed your child pie for breakfast too. And then you can say, you know what...it's no big deal!