An article today on The Kitchn imagines the lessons a woman’s 10-month-old would teach her about breakfast if he could write. She says that having to make sure he had a good, varied, healthy breakfast every day inspired her to think more about her own, and now it’s inspiring me, too.
Remember when we used to have to cut up grapes and blueberries just so they were safe for our kids to eat? Remember when we used to make sure we gave them different flavors every day, and new textures to try? I’m thinking about it now, and realizing that there are some lessons I could stand to remember from my children’s babyhood. When the kids get bigger and I’m not focused as intensely on the primal needs, it’s too easy to forget how important that first meal is, and what I can do to make it better for them (and maybe for myself, too).