Mama, can I have a snack?
The hour is hovering bedtime, and it's already been a long day. I can't wait for the kids to slumber, so I can get a little down time of my own. In the mayhem of it all - dinner, bath, reading, and music - they always seem to ask, "Mama, can I have a snack?" right after I ask them to brush their teeth.
Growing up, every meal experience was an opportunity to bond and share quality time, snacks included. I had a "midnight" snack at 9pm almost every night with my brothers and parents. Chat and munch, chat and munch. Sometimes, we had more conversation over snack than we did over dinner. We have been big fruit & cheese lovers, so maybe we shared fruit or a slice of cheese and crackers. And, a drink. Formerly milk or water, now I may have some wine with my snack of berries.
To this day, I am a *horrible* nighttime snacker. I think my midline is starting to tell me to reconsider my ways. Nostalgia or hunger, I often give into the requests for the 7pm snack. Milk and a cookie, fine. Water and some pita chips, ok. A bowl of cereal, sure. I know, I know - it's horrible.
I can't be the only snacking culprit out there. Am I dooming my kids for bad habits for years to come? Like I am now a culprit of snacking? I swear it's all the running and biking around makes me so ravenous at the 9pm hour!