Mornings are never fun for parents with school-age kids. If you're an average parent like myself (translate: no nanny, house help or any of that luxury), you start out your days feeling like you're on the brink of a heart attack. You don't really want to get out of bed but you know there's already a ton of things waiting to be done. And though you wish your days start just as they do in commercials (i.e. Mom wearing a silky robe, walking calmly towards her gourmet kitchen, coffee ready and she sips with such grace, closes her eyes as if to be thankful for all that life has to offer), the reality is that you're in your shabby pajamas, hair all standing up, and you are frantic trying to figure out what to serve for breakfast and what your child will bring to school for lunch. The icing on the cake is the joyful experience of dragging your child out of bed...
Normally, what works in our household is the reminder that there's a school bus. 90% of the time, the reminder that the school bus never waits for anyone makes the little guy jump out of bed and triggers instant enthusiasm. Problem solved! (Let's hope the magic lingers for at least eight more years).
Once we make it to the dining table, the next major struggle is chowing down breakfast at a reasonable amount of time. Yesterday though, Noah asked me a question that led me to rationalize our daily delay and struggles with breakfast.
He asked, "Mommy, how come 'J' always makes it to the bus stop early and ahead of us?" Almost instinctively I replied, "Because he's American and they don't have a Filipino breakfast".