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Living Vicariously Through Lunches

By Glinda

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When I was a wee lass in elementary school, I had a few strikes against me.  I was taller than all the boys, I was smart, when I played sports my parents made me wear these kind of glasses (Complete with head strap, of course. Good grief, why am I admitting this publicly?), and most importantly, I brought horrible lunches to school.

This was back in the day when options were extremely limited, since at that time nobody carried ice packs in their lunchboxes.  And when I say lunchboxes, I mean lunchboxes, as in made of some kind of metal.  We had none of these pansy soft-sided things the kids use today.  Our lunchboxes could be used as impromptu seats or weapons, depending on the circumstances.

Anyhoo, I was the kid that nobody would trade with.  I mean, who wants to trade for a room-temperature apple?  My mother had recently completed her nursing degree and so foisted upon me the most healthiest of lunches imaginable.  Dude, we are talking whole wheat bread when nobody but nobodyate whole wheat bread.  Except maybe geriatrics looking to try out the newfangled Atkins diet, but certainly not your local fourth grader. Wonderbread was king, and I was the Duchess of Dullsville.

Keeping that in mind, I make sure that my son does not suffer the same lonely lunch fate that I did.  No way was my kid going to watch everyone else trading food and be stuck with an orange as his best shot.   I make sure that it’s healthy, but I always manage to pack some sort of treat.

The other day the Munchkin said to me, “Mom, you pack the best lunches in my whole class. Everybody always wants to trade with me.”

I almost had to wipe away tears as visions of a young me vainly attempting to trade a natural peanut butter and orange marmalade sandwich (on cardboard wheat bread, natch)  for a Twinkie flashed before my eyes.  The look of utter disbelief on the prospective tradee’s face stays with me to this day.

And they say you can’t live through your kids.

6 Responses to “Living Vicariously Through Lunches”

  1. enygma Says:

    I still can’t get over how hard core those Japanese mothers are with their bentos. As nice as I want my children’s lunches to be, there is no way I’m going to be getting up early enough to make Nintendo characters out of food for them.

  2. Glinda Says:

    Yeah, it’s a little too OCD, even for me!

  3. marvel Says:

    Yeah, but could you bait a hook with live bait? My coolness points went WAY up in the 5th grade when it was discovered I was the only girl in the class who could bait a hook with worms. Even though I was taller than most of the guys. And smart.

  4. Glinda Says:

    @marvel- Hell to the no. I’m a city girl who dislikes fishing, so the cachet of being able to do that is forever denied to me.

  5. marvel Says:

    @Glinda: 🙂

    What would be the city girl equivalent of baiting a hook with worms?

    I need to take my daughters fishing, more. An outdoor life is generally a healthy one.

    Oddly, I remember nothing of elementary lunches, except that my first lunch box ever was Charlie Brown/Snoopy. And I don’t think I ever engaged in the traditional trading of lunch items.

  6. Glinda Says:

    marvel, I’ve been trying to think of something since you posted your comment.

    Being able to cross the street without getting hit by a car? Nope.

    Being able to put a lipstick tube between your boobs and put it on without using your hands? Nope. And stolen from a movie.

    Sad to say, I can’t think of one!

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