I don't know how it happened. I swore it never would. But the other day, after getting lunch ready on the table and calling the kids to eat, it did. Jude sat down at the table. He looked at his plate and said, "Mom this is not how I ordered my grill cheese. You know I like it cut in half!" And with that statement it was official. I have become the house waitress. I'll have to update my resume.
Where did I go wrong? I guess in the back of my mind I always knew it. It really shouldn't be such a surprise. But I was hoping it wasn't so.
We have long since had the motto in our house "You get what you get and you don't pitch a fit." So this was my response. I then added, "When did the kitchen turn into a restaurant?" Jude then smiled and innocently said,"But Mom you always asks us what we want for lunch?"
There you have it. It was me that created the monster! He is right. I do always ask. How can I be upset with the expectation that I created. Wanting to please my kids made me into the waitress.
Am I upset with this? Yes and no. Do I want to be the waitress? Well no. We will definitely be working on correcting the expectations. But I am lucky enough to have a flexible schedule, which allows me to homeschool and make lunch almost everyday. So I am happy to get to spend the time with him and to know how he likes his grilled cheese! This is what is most important to me.
So guess what. I cut his grilled cheese in half. And with the biggest smile he could give me, Jude said "Mom you're the best!" It was at that moment that this waitress knew she must be doing something right!
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I got my little guy a plastic knife. He loves to hack his own food up just the way he wants! I let my kids end for themselves sometimes if they don't like what I make but sometimes they go a little overboard and want to just eat cereal every night and I have to put the kabosh on it! #creativebloggersnetwork
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