Cereal Stories

Today my Big Boy asked for corn flakes. It stopped me in my tracks and a flood of memories came to mind. He said ‘corn flakes’ and for the first time I realised he would no longer innocently refer to them as ‘ka ka do’. As a wee one he was unable to pronounce flakes and because of the rooster on the box he started crowing to tell me what cereal he wanted. He later just called them ka–ka-do and we all started calling them ka–ka-do and now we are passed that because he is in the process of maturing… it made me sad…

Cereal must be on my brain lately! I bought a box of ‘fruity o’s‘ yesterday and I NEVER buy sweet cereal for the kids. I looked at it on the shelf and was brought back to my grandmother’s kitchen in the morning. She always had ‘fruity o’s‘ and I loved that about having breakfast with her; my mother didn’t buy the junkier cereals either. I grabbed the box off the shelf and thought about my grandma all the way to the check out and then all the way home. It brought to mind all kinds of sweet memories. I am thankful for the memories and not so happy at the idea of filling my kids up with sugar first thing in the morning but I figure I will hand out a handle full of the overly sweet o’s as snacks now and then, since I payed for them.

I am thankful for the now and the growing ease I have to use the moments to reflect and just enjoy life. I kind of think everyone would have moments of joyful memory brought on by the little things around us if we made more time to BE.

TTFN