Happiness Found In French Toast

Saturday morning I woke up wanting to make something different for breakfast, something a little special since the kiddo was going to his Nana's for the night. I decided rather quickly on berry and cream cheese french toast roll-ups, I mean does that not sound absolutely divine?

As I was getting everything I needed out and in order I could already tell my two year old was not going to let me just do my thing and call him in when his meal was ready. At first I was slightly frustrated because it is so much easier to get things done while left alone and then it dawned on me that this is such a simple breakfast with barely any kitchen tools needed and he really can participate up until the point of using the stove.

That is all he wanted was to help mommy anyway and he is at an age where small tasks are fun and a good learning experience for the both of us. I rolled up the sleeves on his completely adorable pj's set up all of our ingredients on the kitchen table handed him a butter knife and showed him how to remove crust from the bread and he was pretty good at it. I spread the cream cheese just because it seems to tear the bread a little when its not warm enough. Little Prince put the berries on the bread and most importantly to him inside his little Buddha belly. He whisked the egg while I sprinkled in cinnamon and he rolled the french toast in the mixture for me all on his own while I did the actual cooking process. This was the first time I really let him help cook anything, he's mixed banana and oat cookies before but that only required a fork or his hands so this was extra special to me as a first moment.


I was so impressed, he was so happy and I have to say I had a great time just the two of us in the kitchen. I sipped coffee he chugged his milk. we laughed and hugged and shared little Eskimo kisses. I was super proud of my little man and most importantly he was extremely proud of himself. His cooking experience seems minimal in the eyes of an older kid or to that of what an adult can do but to him it was like he made a five course Christmas dinner for twenty people. His sheer joy and happiness from letting him do some of the work in creating his first meal of the day could fill my happiness jar for a thousand years.

A child's happiness isn't about money, new toys, the best of the best in the latest whatever it may be, it is the time you spend, it is in simple every day activities, it is being together, sharing laughs, and simply you being there for them. That is a child's true happiness. We created sheer bliss from some french toast and I will always hold it near and dear in my heart even if years from now he won't remember it.