And it’s not really all I do.
Okay. So….cornbread is really just one big muffin.
They’re for my step-son’s All-Stars baseball team. These kids are decidedly NOT vegan. But my step-sons love my baking.
My husband volunteered to provide the snack.
Since they practice at dinnertime EVERY NIGHT, we thought we’d contribute something healthy-ish rather than the typical cookies or whatever other junk food passes for dinner in this crowd. (Not that I judge.)
My husband’s bringing watermelon and I’m, well, I’m bringing the muffins.
Because, apparently, that’s what I do.
My husband came back from the ball-field almost two hours after he left (which was timed with the supposed end of practice, by the way).
He seemed deflated.
I asked him how it went.
“They swarmed me when it was snack-time, and then the saw the muffins and watermelon and complained, “awww… watermelon!?! muffins!?!”
They only ate six of the muffins. Three of them were actually consumed by my older step-son who’s not even on the team. He has experience with my baking 🙂
My husband was so disappointed. If I had been there, I would have felt really hurt. It feels awful to put a lot of time and energy and thought into cooking for people and having them reject it. Complain about it. Certainly, I’m not the first parent to feel this way!
But instead of feeling irritated with the kids, I’m trying to stay compassionate, to think about the bigger picture. These kids are so used to food that comes in packages with a logo. It is constantly marketed to them. It is constantly being given to them by their teachers, coaches, and parents.
Now I will be the first to defend parents who are busy working and taking their kids to activities. It’s really hard to find time to cook. Everybody is crunched. When practice is scheduled for the three hours in the evening that families traditionally make and eat dinner, it’s hard for kids–or their parents–to eat well.
But these are athletes. They need protein, vitamins, minerals… and preferably not just the ones sprayed on their breakfast cereal.
I believe we are doing kids a disservice as a community when we allow over-scheduling to interfere with meals and give them processed, packaged snacks instead.
Why, when I was a kid, we were perfectly happy–grateful–for water and quartered oranges.
Parents, we have to do better. We can. But it will only work if we all try.