Like you – I have noticed a pattern here – where I continually talk about sandwiches. Apparently they play a major role in my life…. what can I say.
When I was very young, my mother decided that I was quite independent and capable.
Upon discovering my love of “doing things myself,” she rearranged her kitchen cabinets and moved all of the cereal to the lowest cabinet. She taught me how to pour milk and make a sandwich for lunch. Once the basic survival skills were mastered she informed me and my brother that she would no longer be available in the mornings.
From that point on, we were responsible for getting ourselves up in the morning, getting dressed and ready for school, making breakfast and making ourselves lunch, and getting to the bus stop on time. To our credit (and hers) we managed to do this pretty much without incident. We never missed the bus and I don’t remember feeling neglected or abandoned in any way, even though the very first cereal I remember preparing for myself looked like this….
Fast forward to modern times when I have my own children and I have spent countless hours up at the crack of dawn preparing meals and snacks. Reflecting back on that time – it seems just a bit outrageous.
It’s a topic of conversation that she doesn’t enjoy, yet my brother and I bring it up constantly. It usually goes like this….
“Mom – remember when you announced that you were never waking up again – and we had to make our own lunch?”
She usually rolls her eyes…..”Oh – like you had such a bad life? I think you’re fine.”
“Yes – I’m fine – but it was little ridiculous that you weren’t up with us…”
“Oh, poor you…yes – you had it sooo bad. Did you have a good life? Did your father and I send you to college and give you a nice wedding?”
“Mom – that’s not the point – I am just saying – it was crazy to expect us to do everything by ourselves….we were like 2.”
“I was helping you to become more independent…..Like it’s so hard to pour a bowl of cereal?”
“Well it’s not – but when you are 4-years-old the gallon of milk is a little bit heavy.”
Usually it’s by this point in the conversation that she has left the room or hung up on me.
While I do think her morning routine was completely unacceptable, I am secretly envious of her 1970’s “laid back” parenting style.
Imagine just simply not waking up in the morning and sleeping in with no worries about what your children will wear, eat for breakfast or eat for lunch? How luxurious!
While I know that those days of parenting are long gone – never to return, I received full confirmation this week when I opened my Pottery Barn Kids Fall Gear 2012 Catalogue.
To start off I should have known I was in trouble when the catalogue started off with a picture of a preschooler carrying a backpack.
The “Pottery Barn people” must have really brain-stormed to come up with an image of a child that everyone could relate to.
It was only logical that they decided on a photo of a small child carrying 250 pounds of school supplies in a bag that is as big as he is, outside on the grounds of what appears to be……Harvard?
OK – so on to the lunch bag section of the catalogue. Of course modern-day parenting dictates that all snacks and lunches must be presented to children in fancy canvas totes with their names on it in bold text accompanied by an image of Darth Vader or Spider Man.
Gone are the days of the brown paper lunch bag.
Also, in the classic style of Pottery Barn, who historically since its inception seemed to make its mission as a company to make housewives and mothers feel badly about the state of things in their home……the “Pottery Barn People” have presented their impression of what a child’s lunch should look like.
Apparently their idea of a “lunch” drastically differs from mine.
Is this what my kids are supposed to see when they open their fancy lunch tote with 55 zippers and compartments?
Because that will never happen….
So …..here I am thinking I’m a great mother because I sometimes heat up Progresso soup in the morning and put it into a Batman thermos for Michael.
Once again – I am wrong. I am not mother of the year – in fact I might be the worst mother in America – according to Pottery Barn Kids.
As I kept reading – it became clear that I am, as I suspected, a very, very bad mother. I might as well just stay in bed like my mother…..because I have not once shaped sandwiches into a tic tac toe game smartly utilizing carrot shreds and pieces of grapes.
Just when I was about to throw the catalogue in the garbage something caught my eye.
Wait – could this be true?
I know that good mothers are ones that send in little notes with their children’s lunch. I have been known to even send a note here or there.
But could it be possible that Pottery Barn Kids is SELLING IN THEIR CATALOGUE, something called “Lunch Box Love Notes.”
So – if you are too lazy or dumb to write out your own note to your child – no worries!! Pottery Barn has done it for you!!!
Please notice the green note in the bottom right-hand corner.
So in case your kids is telling horrible stories at the lunch table – and the other kids are staring blankly at him – or saying something like “That story sucked,” – your note will be there to save the day!!
I actually perused the catalogue for a minute – thinking it would be nice to have the notes ready to go in the drawer in the morning. Maybe I would buy some, but I searched through the whole thing and couldn’t find any that were my kind of notes…..
I usually write things like:
“Hope you are having a nice day Michael – by the way the shirt you’re wearing is from Nordstrom – so if you rip your clothes at recess again today you are punished for a week.”
“Hi Love bug – don’t forget – if that bully bothers you again remember how Daddy told you to punch him right in the face!! Have a great day :)”
“If your friend offers to share his fruit snacks today, you are not allowed to eat them. This is why he already had a root canal when he was 4 – you will thank me later :)”
I guess I will be writing my own notes this school year…..
THANKS MOM FOR MAKING SURE I CAN POUR A MEAN BOWL OF CEREAL! AND PLEASE CLICK ON THE BANNER BELOW SINCE I HAVE BEEN MAKING THAT BOWL OF CEREAL SINCE I WAS 2…..