One morning last week, I made myself my favorite breakfast – fruit-filled pancakes – before heading downstairs to my home office to get my day started.
Shortly before I finished, I used some of the batter to prepare a plain pancake for my teenage daughter (she doesn’t seem to feel that pancakes and fruit go together), and she decided to sit down to eat it. This is a girl that almost never eats breakfast, certainly not in the kitchen.
So, instead of making my way downstairs, I sat down right there in the kitchen and ate with her.
We chatted about breakfast, school, and other stuff.
It was short but pleasant and a great way for both if us to start our days.
Sometimes, in our rush to get to work and (officially) start our days, we jump in, power up and plow ahead, leaving our lives behind for the time being.
At least, that’s what usually happens to me.