The Communion of Scrambled Eggs

The act of making breakfast this morning was the most sacred moment of my week by far. Maybe of the last month. Nothing fancy, just the usual buttered toast and scrambled eggs (salted please, Mommy).

That’s not generally the way I would describe cooking with a 3 year old alongside “helping,” but once again, I’m learning things in the least expected of places.

“Can I stir the eggs, Mommy?”

My insides wince, knowing that will mean twice as long and extreme supervision because – toddlers + raw eggs + glass = no good outcome ever – but I surrendered.

Surrendered to patience.

Surrendered to mess.

… Surrendered to j o y.

The simple kind, similar to that you would find in the first bloom of spring, or the first quiet hours of the morning when everyone else is still asleep, or finding a coupon for a free espresso beverage at the bottom of your purse (and every mother of tiny people said AMEN).

Joy in the simplest of places – why am I always caught so off guard, as if it’s not a lesson life teaches me over, and over, and over again?

It wasn’t until the food was plated and I carried it to the table that it hit me, the beauty of that moment. The frustrations of yesterday still looming, the chaos of life still very real, stress still rearing its hideous head and wreaking havoc on our souls more often than it should.

But in this moment, we stopped, my little side kick and I. We stopped to break bread. A meal we prepared together, with our own hands. We slowed down enough to nourish both our bodies and our souls with simple things like toast and the presence of each other.

And today, that is more than enough.

6 Replies to “The Communion of Scrambled Eggs”

  1. clarice ligonis says: Reply

    Loved reading this. Could almost see you & Lucy sharing a special quiet breakfast together.



  2. I can almost see you & Lucy sharing a quiet breakfast together. Well, maybe not quiet, but special & together.



  3. Love it! And you!

  4. Athena Peterson says: Reply

    Dear Alex. I always feel good after I read your blogs. You touch on the important and meaningful things in our lives! I love you very much sweet niece❤️❤️

  5. So inspiring for any young Mother who gets the chance to read this and I hope many do!!! It’s the little things that count!!! Be still, take in the moment, might made it easier for the next chaotic time!!!

    HaPpY to have read this Alex❣️ Hugs to you and your wee ones❌⭕️❌⭕️❌⭕️

  6. I love you. You are greatness! Now…please add my little Zinnia to your “Mommy of” and kiss them both for me. Love you, amazing daughter of mine!❤️

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