All my best traditions are stolen from my parents, and this one is no exception.
For weeks, Ella has been talking about how, when she turned five, she’d get “breakfast on a tray.”
In my family growing up, we were reasonably healthy eaters, and we never ever ever had sugary cereal.
Except on birthdays.
On the morning of your birthday, the whole family would march into your bedroom singing “Happy Birthday” and bearing a tray with a bowl of mega-sugary cereal.
It was the best.
There were three great parts to this tradition. First, it was really exciting to have a cereal you never got to eat the rest of the year. Second, it was fun even when it wasn’t your birthday because you got to have a bowl of sugary cereal after the birthday child had their bowl. And third, you can’t get easier than a bowl of cold cereal. No waking up early to make waffles or pancakes or french toast.
Five is the age it started in my family because it’s old enough to (hopefully) eat in bed without spilling everywhere.
Happily, on Saturday morning, Ella successfully ate her Lucky Charms without spilling a drop (and the rest of us ate bowls on the bedroom floor without incident too), and it may well have been the highlight of her birthday.
That, or the Frozen bike she got. It might be a toss-up.