Here’s how breakfast went at my house this morning:
“Joooey,” I screamed up the stairs and I frantically spread just peanut butter, no jelly onto crustless bread for his lunch. “Five minutes to get dressed and get down here.”
He glugged down the stairs with a sigh, throwing his T-shirt on as he walked into the kitchen and sat down at the counter. I tossed a banana at him.
He ate it. Slllllllooooooooowwwwwly. As I said “eat quickly”. Over and over. And over. Toast was tossed on his plate. And a heap of scrambled eggs. And our entire conversation was a chorus of “hurry” and “eat faster” and “finish your eggs” and…well, I can imagine the poor boy was stressed by the time he went to school.
And, my goal for intentional conversations in January officially failed.
So, here’s what I’m doing tomorrow.
- I’m going to call Joey down for breakfast 10 minutes earlier so I don’t have to rush him. And, when I call him down, I’m going to be done with making his lunch, cleaning up the kitchen, etc. so I can focus on him and only him.
- I’m going to sit down with him while he eats.
- I’m going to have an intentional conversation with him… not just nag at him to eat fast. Tomorrow I’m going to talk about his feelings at going back to school after three weeks off… and explain to him how I feel because truthfully, I’ve really enjoyed having him home and after one day, I’ve really missed him.
I’ll let you know how it goes.
What do you talk about at the breakfast table?