Pancake Love

My son loves chocolate chip pancakes.  He was a real picky eater as a kid. Peanut better sandwiches were his mainstay, and it had to be be creamy, not crunchy, thank you very much.

Well, he’s all grown up and has some troubles. Moved in with me. Trying to get his train back on the track, but it’s slow going. No job, no life, no hope.

I find myself wringing my hands trying to figure out what I can do to improve the situation. Once a mother, always a mother. Back then it was trimming the crusts off of sandwiches, now, not so easy.

So I satisfy myself by filling him up with chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast a couple times a week. It’s the closest thing I have to a magic wand.




About boomergirl47

Retired from the University of South Florida. Love reading, writing, hiking, nature, music, birding, puttering around the house and yard.
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