As the More is More Mom®, I’m all about….more Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwiches! After approximately 2,34o days of school, over the past 13 years, I have packed the last lunch that I will ever make for Nick to bring to school. Save for the occasional thermos full of soup, or the ever gourmet and fabulous Spaghettio’s with meatballs, Nick has eaten peanut butter and jelly nearly everyday of his life. Thank God he didn’t have a peanut allergy!
It’s such a cliché (I guess because it’s true), that it seems like only yesterday that Nick first donned his Our Lady of Perpetual Donations school uniform on his very first day a Kindergarten. He was so cute in his navy blue shorts and powder blue polo shirt, tucked in neatly. We were so excited to take our required list of school supplies to Target to do our back to school shopping. Nick chose a Space Jam backpack, and never one to be left behind, Amanda chose an Arthur lunchbox. This was where it started, that very first day, Nick’s school lunch of choice; peanut butter and jelly.
Now, my people are rather picky (which is how my status was elevated from simply mother to short order cook). They only like Skippy Creamy Peanut Butter. No Jiffy. No Peter Pan. Just Skippy. I like strawberry just as much as the next guy, but my kids will only eat Smucker’s strawberry jelly, no jam (too lumpy), just jelly. While I slice Nick’s sandwich in half on an angle, Amanda prefers her cut in half, resulting in two rectangles. I have always maintained you could easily ruin a kid’s entire day just by opening up the juice box the wrong way. Did you take the straw off the side of the box, remove the plastic sleeve and insert the straw into the box, while they only wanted you to remove the plastic sleeve, leaving them the task of inserting the straw? It’s completely complicated.
Nick’s love of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches isn’t merely restricted to lunch time. While the kids were little, we practically lived in our car. Some days I would pick my pals up from school, racing out the door to hockey games or baseball tournaments, and I’d always pack a picnic for the ride; something sweet, something crunchy, something healthy and a classic PB & J.
I’ll still get to pack the occasional lunch. Every Monday Nick spends the entire day, 9 in the morning until 4 in the afternoon, golfing at the course where he is a caddy. He hates to waste a single moment of his Monday taking a break with the boys to grab a bite to eat, so I pack him his favorite PB&J to sustain him on the back 9. But it’s just not the same. He’s no longer a little boy; he’s a young man, soon heading off to college. Thankfully, Amanda and Wrigley still need peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
More lunches, more family time, more tender loving care, more peanut butter and jelly!
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