Breakfast with My Daughter...Day 29 of NaBloPoMo.
“And mothers are their daughters' role model, their biological and emotional road map, the arbiter of all their relationships.” ~Victoria Secunda
About twice a month, my three year-old daughter and I enjoy alone time at IHOP for breakfast. I order something yummy and she does the same, typically a chocolate chip funny face. She proceeds to eat only a third and I gripe at the cost of it, but then quiet down as I realize the bigger pay off of time together.
When we wait for our food, my daughter grabs my creamer to build. She creates bridges, fences or castles and is very intent on making it just right. When I snapped a few pictures of her in action she exclaimed, “Wait! I’m not ready yet!” *I once caught her, when she was about 1 1/2 years old, under our dining table with a Yoohoo drink box castle. Future architect?
Sometimes, she brings in her stuffed animal, or her “kids” and sets up a mini table for them. She uses her crayons as utensils, the mini creamer as a cup and then insists that I place a small piece of egg or bacon as their meal.
The IHOP staff is wonderful and welcomes us on our regular visits.
I watched my daughter today, really watched her. She cuddled next to me between her chocolaty pancake bites and I wondered if we would be like this in 10 years? 15? After she is married and a mom? The prospects of this made me smile.
Enjoy your quiet moments with the ones you love. I am. I do.