Growing up in life was simpler; there were no distractions or smartphones. There was a family and smooth comforting rituals that were available daily for the loved ones. Among these times I turned to something strangely in food—that is my first bowl of oatmeal.
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The Morning Routine
We as a family have a gentle morning without chaos, and the heartwarming aromas coming from our kitchen are always a vibe to understand. My mother, a beautiful and caring woman, always woke up before everyone to prepare the breakfast for the family with love. I usually wake up late, but whenever I wake up, my freshly made breakfast was ready by my mother.
The First Bite
Whenever I try the breakfast made by my mother, it is always a special treat for us, but this time something unusual and delicious happened, and my mother prepared a new breakfast dish, i.e., My First Bowl of Oatmeal. It was a delicious surprise to me: a drizzle of honey with cinnamon on top along with raisins and banana slices. What a beauty it is.
The first bite I took was out of the world, and the change of taste I went through was amazing. The oatmeal was soft and very warm, creamy, and sweetness can be easily observed. It felt like a hug from inside out.
A Lesson in Patience
Eating oatmeal wasn’t something to be rushed. The heat required small, careful bites, each spoonful forcing me to slow down and savour the moment. In hindsight, this was perhaps my first lesson in mindfulness. There was a rhythm to it: the cooling of the spoon, the careful blow of air to tame the heat, the small delight in every bite.
It was during these breakfasts that I learnt the value of patience. Oatmeal couldn’t be rushed on the stove, and it couldn’t be devoured hastily. It taught me that taking my time often led to the most rewarding experiences.
Family Conversations
After some time we as a family together sit on a table and talk about oatmeal mornings were no exception. As whenever I ate, I’d listen to my parents talk about the day ahead; my siblings would feel the warmth of my mother's love and would share stories from her childhood. She’d recount how her own mother used to make oatmeal the old way, grinding the oats by hand and cooking them over a wood stove. It was a connection to the past that made each bowl feel even more meaningful.
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Comfort in Every Season
After that delicious first bowl of oatmeal, it became a constant in my life, adapting to the seasons and our moods. In winter, we eat it with brown sugar and a dash of nutmeg, warming me from the inside out on cold mornings. In summer, it turned into overnight oats, chilled and topped with fresh berries from the garden. Each variation has a lovely taste, and the experience was amazing. The warmth and love remain unchanged.
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