The Lunch Note

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by gmt

wfaa.com

Posted on August 26, 2011 at 8:15 AM

 

I love to pack lunches.    I am not known for being much of a cook.   I try to be creative – but let’s just say I have a co-dependent relationship with my microwave.   However, there is one culinary duty that I have mastered… I Can Pack a Lunch!   It starts with the vessel itself. Every year, my kids can pick their own lunch box.   It’s a splurge I don’t mind making.   It makes my kids happy and it provides the perfect backdrop to the contents inside.   Whether is Spider Man or Star Wars, I can throw-in some bug-shaped gummies or whip-up some star-shaped sandwiches! Not to mention the note that I inscribe on the napkin complete with a quote or maybe a drawing from Luke Skywalker or Spidey himself!
But for my 12-year-old Colt, this year was different.   He is now in the 6th Grade and is simply too school for school – or too cool for themed lunch boxes.   Although he is still entertained with episodes of Sponge Bob – he would not be caught dead with the yellow character on his lunch box. No, instead, he opts for a Brown Paper Bag.   Yes, a Brown Paper Bag. 
What can I do with a Brown Paper Bag?? His peanut butter sandwich has no personality.   Even the crusts (which were always a mandatory removal) remain.   All of the other elements – yogurt, grapes and a small sack of Cheez-Its – are crammed into a dismal brown house. The personality is gone…except for one thing. THE NOTE.   The Napkin Note! At least I have that.   I pull out the paper towel (I was out of napkins) and a black pen.   But before I write the first word, Colt stops me and says…. “Better Not Mom”.    I immediately put the pen down.
“Are You Okay” – Colt asks, concerned that he has hurt my feelings.
Not wanting him to see me cry I cheerfully say, “Of Course I’m Okay!”  
I put the plan white napkin into his sack and discretely wipe the tears from my eyes.
But I’m NOT okay. I’m NOT okay with it being un-cool  for him to read a note from his mom fearing that the other lunchroom kids with laugh. I’m NOT okay with him no longer holding my hand – even if he’s scared. I’m  NOT okay with him preferring not to be seen with me when his friends are around.
The Good News (cuz I have to have some good news) is that when we are home…he still let’s me snuggle. He still lets me kiss his face and he doesn’t seem to mind when I tell him I love him. I pray to God that will never, never, ever change.
Although it’s not on a napkin – I feel determined to write I LOVE YOU COLT! LOVE, MOM.

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