"Cereal for dinner"
I see my friends joke about it all the time on social media. They scoop up likes faster than anyone can count: "Today I ate cereal for dinner because I am an adult making my own choices." Ha. Ha. That's all it ever seems to people, a cute joke about incorporating childhood into our busy adult lives. That's fair enough, welcoming this sarcasm with humbled humor.
But I can't quite share this same joy.
When I think of cereal for dinner I think of a six-year-old girl taking on responsibility far too early, having to remember to eat before going to bed because her father left and her mother is too depressed to cook. When I think of cereal for dinner I think of a family of five scraping together every penny they have, still not having enough, so the parents skip out on their third meal of the day just to make sure each of their kids ate. When I think of cereal for dinner I think of a midnight snack, an anxiety filled hour of praying to get my dad's blood sugar back up to normal because his insulin is off again.
So good for you, those who enjoy cereal for dinner. I'm glad you are excited to resurrect a few happy memories from your youth, so by all means go for it.
But I dont think I'll be liking those statuses anytime soon, and I genuinely hope that one day a family of my own will never have to eat cereal for dinner.
· Thu Feb 16, 2017 @ 01:19am · 0 Comments