{"id":7085,"date":"2017-02-22T07:18:18","date_gmt":"2017-02-22T13:18:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/customwordpresssites.com\/mjb\/?p=7085"},"modified":"2026-02-26T13:41:41","modified_gmt":"2026-02-26T19:41:41","slug":"bread-art-and-a-kindergarten-heart","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/customwordpresssites.com\/mjb\/2017\/02\/22\/bread-art-and-a-kindergarten-heart\/","title":{"rendered":"Bread, art and a kindergarten heart"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\u201cNO!\u00a0I HATE this part of the bread!\u00a0I won\u2019t eat it!\u201d<\/p>\n

My daughter had just realized that her peanut butter and honey toast was made with an \u201call-crust\u201d heel piece. To a five-year-old who has never known true crisis, this realization is nothing short of devastating\u2014on par with candy-less valentines and cake batter-scented (but NOT\u00a0flavored) ChapStick.<\/p>\n

I took a deep breath and steeled myself for the parenting struggle that, moments ago, I had decided was indeed worth my time and energy.<\/p>\n

As\u00a0soon as I\u2019d opened our bread bag and discovered only end pieces, I\u2019d known that making toast with it might awaken the melodramatic beast dwelling within my kindergartener. All parents are familiar with the rapid cost-benefit analysis of “choosing our battles” in daily life. The fact that there were four, as opposed to two, end pieces in this bread bag indicated that I had forfeited this particular battle with our last loaf of bread.<\/p>\n

But this time I felt prepared to hold my ground: my daughter would eat\u00a0this<\/em>\u00a0food or\u00a0no<\/em>\u00a0food.<\/p>\n

Having just read a parenting article about instilling empathy and pro-social behavior in children, I decided to make an effort to turn this little clash of wills into \u201ca teachable moment\u201d (mom-talk for trying to channel one\u2019s maternal frustration into wisdom rather than a large glass of wine).<\/p>\n

As my daughter geared up for another outraged protest, I looked her in the eye and said,\u00a0\u201cHoney, I love you so much. And one of the ways I try to show you I love you is by making your favorite snacks for you, like peanut butter and honey toast. How do you think it makes me feel when you start crying and yelling just because it isn\u2019t exactl<\/em>y what you want?\u201d<\/p>\n

She furrowed her brow and pouted, mumbling something unintelligible. Then she\u00a0got up and walked away from the table.<\/p>\n

I sighed, disappointed.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can walk away, but you need to know that I\u2019m not going to make you anything else until you\u2019ve eaten what\u2019s on your plate.\u201d<\/p>\n

She grabbed something from her art corner and disappeared behind the couch.<\/p>\n

“Did you hear me? I said I’m not making you anything else until you’ve eaten your peanut butter and honey toast.”<\/p>\n

“Hold ON,\u201d she said impatiently. I rolled my eyes at her (because apparently, trying to create a teachable moment had maxed out my maturity quotient for the day).<\/p>\n

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And then she brought me the \u201cart\u201d she had abandoned the table to create: an addition to the paper plate valentine she’d made in church earlier in the week. Around the edge,\u00a0she had penciled in the words\u00a0I love you because you feed me.<\/em><\/p>\n

And, for the millionth time since becoming a mom, I realized how much I have to learn from my daughter.<\/p>\n

How often do I spurn the blessings God has set in front of me, simply because they look a little crustier than I was expecting? How often do I pick apart that which nourishes me, only to find myself feeling empty? How often do I take for granted (or refuse to take at all) the bread of life that God pours out for me?<\/p>\n

Perhaps, most convicting: How often do I recognize the error of my ways and humble myself, turning to God with such a simple yet profound prayer?<\/p>\n

I love you because you feed me.<\/em><\/p>\n

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Image courtesy of freeimages.com<\/a><\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

About the Rabble Rouser<\/strong><\/a>:<\/p>\n

\"Nicole-Steele-Woodridge-with-daughters\"Nicole Steele Wooldridge<\/strong><\/a>\u00a0is a friend of Sister Julia’s who writes from the Seattle, Washington, area. Her articles for\u00a0<\/em>Messy Jesus Business tend to focus on the intersection of faith and parenting. Ironically, the daughter mentioned in this article is\u00a0<\/em>not her picky eater.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"  \u201cNO!\u00a0I HATE this part of the bread!\u00a0I won\u2019t eat it!\u201d My daughter had just realized that her peanut butter and honey toast was made with an \u201call-crust\u201d heel piece. To a five-year-old who has never known true crisis, this realization is nothing short of devastating\u2014on par with candy-less valentines and cake batter-scented (but NOT\u00a0flavored)...","protected":false},"author":51099403,"featured_media":7087,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"_kad_blocks_custom_css":"","_kad_blocks_head_custom_js":"","_kad_blocks_body_custom_js":"","_kad_blocks_footer_custom_js":"","episode_type":"","audio_file":"","podmotor_file_id":"","podmotor_episode_id":"","cover_image":"","cover_image_id":"","duration":"","filesize":"","filesize_raw":"","date_recorded":"","explicit":"","block":"","_kad_post_transparent":"","_kad_post_title":"","_kad_post_layout":"","_kad_post_sidebar_id":"","_kad_post_content_style":"","_kad_post_vertical_padding":"","_kad_post_feature":"","_kad_post_feature_position":"","_kad_post_header":false,"_kad_post_footer":false,"_kad_post_classname":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[6469729,698755598,115341],"tags":[177,28140,22482,268756,1343,2416,43813,401,406,7816,4040,104576,8329,66187,3785,4089,5309,1001607,853,8408,1904,15201],"series":[698756626],"class_list":["post-7085","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-arts-and-activism","category-christian-family-life","category-equity-and-justice-equity-and-justice","tag-art","tag-blessings","tag-bread","tag-bread-of-life","tag-children","tag-church","tag-eucharist","tag-faith","tag-family","tag-god","tag-heart","tag-humility","tag-jesus","tag-kindergarten","tag-love","tag-motherhood","tag-parenting","tag-pouting","tag-prayer","tag-reflection","tag-true-stories","tag-wisdom","series-messy-jesus-business"],"acf":[],"episode_featured_image":"https:\/\/customwordpresssites.com\/mjb\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/02\/i-love-you-because-paper-plate.jpg","episode_player_image":"https:\/\/customwordpresssites.com\/mjb\/wp-content\/plugins\/seriously-simple-podcasting\/assets\/images\/no-album-art.png","download_link":"","player_link":"","audio_player":false,"episode_data":{"playerMode":"dark","subscribeUrls":{"apple_podcasts":{"key":"apple_podcasts","url":"","label":"Apple Podcasts","class":"apple_podcasts","icon":"apple-podcasts.png"},"stitcher":{"key":"stitcher","url":"","label":"Stitcher","class":"stitcher","icon":"stitcher.png"},"google_podcasts":{"key":"google_podcasts","url":"","label":"Google Podcasts","class":"google_podcasts","icon":"google-podcasts.png"},"spotify":{"key":"spotify","url":"","label":"Spotify","class":"spotify","icon":"spotify.png"}},"rssFeedUrl":"https:\/\/customwordpresssites.com\/mjb\/feed\/podcast\/messy-jesus-business","embedCode":"

Bread, art and a kindergarten heart<\/a><\/blockquote>