Something big happened at our house this week!
The kids ate grilled cheese sandwiches!
What?!! That's not news? Well, it is around here.
My kids are pretty good eaters, they eat a variety of food, most fruits and vegetables, even broccoli. And they enjoy the typical kiddie favorites like pizza and hot dogs. But, until this week, they wouldn't eat grilled cheese, any of them.
I'm not really sure how things went so wrong years ago between the grilled cheese and my children, but the oldest swears at some point long ago I convinced him to eat some grilled cheese and he threw up after it. I really do not remember this, but the story passed down from oldest child to younger siblings and I think everyone believed that grilled cheese would make them throw up, so they refused to eat it. I tried talking them into it, but it was so futile that I gave up and stopped ever offering it.
Grilled cheese was dead to us.
Then somehow this week, out of the blue, the oldest, now 9 years old, decided maybe he'd like to try grilled cheese again after all these years, you know, give it another chance.
I was all over that idea and fired up the skilled at lunchtime, lathered extra butter on the whole wheat bread with some organic sliced cheese in the middle.
It was a hit! And lo and behold then everyone wanted some and loved it! The 5 year old talked about it all afternoon, making me promise to make it again the next day.
Flipping those grilled cheese sandwiches felt like such a classic mom experience. It's just what mom's do, right? Make grilled cheese sandwiches for their kids. And I'd missed out on it for so long that I couldn't help appreciating the moment, the blessing of getting to be there on a Tuesday at noon, making lunch for my four kids! Convicted about the times I've grumbled about this mothering job, grateful for no shortage of food to serve my children.
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