Family traditions were a memorable part of my childhood. They were what held our family together. Later in life, I wanted the same for my own family and soon after having our first child it became clear that one of our family traditions would be pancake day every Sunday.
Pancakes were a clear favourite for our son, who was extremely selective about what he was willing to eat. When he was a toddler and even a preschooler, most things on his plate were white and very mild tasting. He ate a lot of bananas, cottage cheese and rice cakes and very little protein or vegetables. The pancakes were great as he enjoyed them and I looked for ways to up the nutrition value by adding some wheat germ or chia or whatever I could find at the health food store.
And then my husband really started something. One day he thought he would impress the kids with a Mickey Mouse pancake. Of course since Daddy can do anything, both children had ideas for other shapes. During my son’s dinosaur phase, he was asking for T-Rex and Triceratops. At Christmas time the kids wanted Santa and reindeer and then when the Pokemon card phase hit, they would just bring the card into the kitchen, put it on the counter beside the frying pan and wait expectantly for the pancake in their requested shape. Well, Daddy really rose to the occasion becoming a true pancake artist in the process. Sadly, very few photos were ever snapped of these creations as they were quickly gobbled up each time. I think the best we ever did was to get one photo of a half eaten reindeer pancake.
Needless to say there were some weekends where the last thing my husband felt like doing was making pancakes, again! So at times I took over but even with other things happening in our lives, we kept the tradition going.
At this point, we don’t know if our children will have families of their own or if they will want to keep the same tradition. Whether they do or they don’t what we both hope is that they remember the feeling love and belonging on pancake day. We hope that feeling will endure even though the only thing remaining is a single photo of a half eaten pancake.