Long ago when oldest son Joey was in First Grade, we had a little ritual in the morning before he met his buddy at the corner so they could walk to school.
I would cook oatmeal on the stove, add raisins and brown sugar. He would sit on the little rug by the kitchen door to put on his socks and shoes. I never quite understood why he would get dressed all the rest in his room, then come to that rug to finish, and to watch me puttering around the kitchen making his breakfast.
It did not seem like much at the time, but in the years after, when his brothers were also getting ready and my daycare kids were being dropped off, well, that one year with only one kid was quite peaceful and routine in memory.
This morning, Husband is back to work. He asked me to cook some oatmeal whilst he got his backpack ready to go.
He doesn’t want raisins yet (the skins might irritate his innards) and his preferred sugar is Raw Cane, but a near scene in the same kitchen will also be a good record when I’m old with nothing more than memories.
~~love and Huggs, Diane
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