The Squished Banana

I was never a meal prep kind of person. More like a “What? We just ate six hour ago!” kind.

But school lunches?? You gotta make those every weekday so that you can get a smashed banana back and start over!

Until one day, when you are ‘over’ trying to get nutrition into your children during school hours, and out of the blue the public schools offer a free lunch for all children! Awesome! What a way to make them feel at home. No money exchange to remind them that things cost something, possibly a gateway to a feeling of belonging. I call that a miracle of need, acceptance, and the best we have.

A few years before this miracle happened, I may have thought eating junk food out of microwave plastic was not a miracle. I may have had some rough edges that would speak truth about it without ever knowing what the whole ‘it’ was. It was a gesture, made of imperfections and misunderstandings and cut corners, and judgements: made of lack of creativity and grass roots, tenderness, extreme sensitivity to texture, and then overcooking it. It is full of the lunch lady sometimes in a bad mood, but who was there every day, the children in line who secretly already unfairly dislike themselves, and the parents who choose to let life be life and let microplastics be like any other tiny infinity.

We must trust our world. 🌎

I have given up saying anything bad about anyone or anything for 3 days to impress my trust in myself deeper.

So that means all I can say at this tender time in US history, is thank you for the school lunches, I hope they are always there to remind us what is real (not the food, haha) but the gift of anything.

-lifecoachingwithkristen