Morning cereal.March 25, 2010 at 1:35 pm | Posted in motherhood | 16 Comments
It’s another morning. When you’re all dressed and ready, we go downstairs to the kitchen.
You can walk down the stairs all by yourself now, holding onto the bannister, and telling me that if you don’t hold on, you could “bang head on the WALL.”
You count the stairs just like I do.
When I ask you what you want for breakfast, you tell me cereal.
(You want my new favorite cereal – chocolate cheerios.)
You take the box from me when I get it out of the pantry, and walk over to the kitchen table, where you climb on to the bench, move the cereal box to the table, and sit down, your legs swinging, waiting patiently for me to bring over a bowl and spoon for you.
Then you demand “MILK!”
I oblige and pour the milk for you, and you dig in, saying “MMMM!!” with the first mouthful.
You pat the bench next to you and say “Mommy sit THERE!”
I bring my own bowl of cereal over.
And we sit, side by side, at the kitchen table.
I have this sudden vision of you and I in ten years. Sitting at the same table. Eating cereal.
Oh, kiddo. It’s going by so fast.