Cereal for Dinner is an Act of Love
Several years ago, while reminiscing about my childhood, I thought of my beautiful mama and the sacrifices she’s made for me and my sisters.
We didn’t always have what we wanted, but mama always made sure we had what we needed.
She is the reason I am. Period.
My mother showed me that I could do it by myself if the situation called for it. Looking back, I realize HER strength pulled me through the initial shock of suddenly being a single parent with every problem, bill, and major decision staring me in the face.
Her example of a strong woman is one I pray I’ve set for my own children.
She is my hero.
I’m just like her. We often joke about it because, sometimes, we don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing.
We’re best friends. FOREVER.
I wrote this poem to honor my mother in 2010.
The Breakfast Club
By, Ebony Farashuu
We thought it was the coolest thing...
Breakfast for dinner.
Captain Crunch, scrambled eggs, pancakes or French toast
It has to be one of the most
Profound memories from my youth.
“Hey, Girls, how about cereal tonight?”
She would ask.
And us girls…we would be overjoyed.
Cuz only a mama as great as ours would even think to toy
With the idea of pulling out the Rice Crispies
And three bowls
And three spoons
And a carton of milk
And allow her kids to do what the other kids on our block could only dream about.
We didn’t know then that her smile was one of relief…
Relief that her girls didn’t question
Why we weren’t having pork chops like the Smith’s
Why we weren’t eating fried chicken like the Johnson’s
Or why we were having cereal for the third day in a row.
We didn’t know that sometimes…cereal was all mama had to feed us.
We didn’t know that Mama sometimes lied when she said…
“Oh, baby, Mama isn’t hungry.”
We didn’t know that Mama sometimes cried, wondering where our next meal would come from.
We only knew that she was the best!
We only knew that we were blessed
And she set an example for us through her hard work and dedication to her family!
Eventually, breakfast was served only at breakfast
And our evening meal was fit for the Queens she raised us to believe that we were!
But sometimes…She still let us eat cereal for dinner
Just because she could.