What I think should happen rarely does, and what I hope to happen isn't exactly what I had pictured. That pesky Expectation vs. Reality standard is a real downer sometimes. We all know that feeling of hoping, dreaming, fantasizing about something for it to happen in no way, shape, or form like you had imagined. We all can recall that sinking feeling in our hearts and stomachs that in an instance, seemed to wipe away all the joy within us.
Expectation vs. Reality it's something we all know of, something we can all relate too, and yet something we can never seem to sneak past no matter how knowingly we are.
New Recipes Dreams Up A Chief In All Of Us
We have each found ourselves hours into a Pinterest vortex hunting for that perfect recipe for Sunday dinner. That ahhhaaa filling you as you finally find the perfect recipe. You find your confidence and excitement to grow as you write down your shopping list and head out to the market to find all that you need. The moment finally comes, your set up in the kitchen practically ready to start filming your recipe like you are a well known and renown chief. Slight hesitation creeps in as you check back to the instructions, but still, your beaming triumphant smile can be spotted. With a baking timer set, you gleefully bounce off to slip on something a little sexy. When the moment finally comes, and the buzzing of the timer rings through your home. Hopeful eyes and steady hands open the oven only to be greeted by an unexpected dish. To immediately be struck down in confidence, you hold hope that while it may not be visually appealing, it will still be delicious. As that small bite-sized piece of your creation passes your lips, it's full level of flavors hits you, "Ohhh." The dish that you spent hours looking for and quite a few pennies on is not even edible. Fantasies of a delicious meal before your eyes clouded your mind and when the reality of your culinary skills was laid before you, you couldn't help but to feel defeated.
I have fallen victim to recipe disasters multiple times. The last was a chicken recipe; it was just chicken and rice. I thought it was going to be a fun take on a beloved and well-known favorite in my house. Only to be saddened that I'd have to probably eat a pb&j when the first taste of chicken entered my mouth.
Hopeful, but Prepared
When my boastful inner chief creeps out and takes over my kitchen, I do my best to make sure she stays in check. I try to remind myself that when it comes to new recipes, I have a 50/50 chance of loving it. I also like to remind myself that just because I may not like it does not mean that I suck at cooking. Sometimes I pick out recipes that sound amazing, but when the flavors hit my taste buds, I am left making a hilarious disgusted face while my sons are left with happy bellies.
High hopes and guaranteed thoughts of delightfulness are any easy way to bruise your ego and heart. Do y our best to be mindful and optimistic when in the kitchen. Nothing is a sure thing, but everything can be a lesson.
I enjoyed the kids when they were little; they were these amazing little me's running around the house, wreaking havoc and filling the house with laughter every day. When they all come home now as adults, and I hear that late-night music of laughter takes me back to those days. It reminds me of the old days that passed by too quickly. I'd don't like it, but I expected it.
My Reality vs. Actual Reality
The reality is I only remember the good times. I tend to ignore the month they were all sick one right after the other, where I was in heaven with just five minutes in the shower with hot running water cleaning all the puke off of me. Hell, I was thrilled just to find a clean shirt that month.
The sound of little feet running across the house is one I miss tremendously.
The reality of my every day when they were younger didn't always fill m with immense joy. In reality, when they were younger, my house sounded more like a heard of elephants trampling in every which direction. At least 50 times a day they were racing towards me to complain about their sibling doing something. I can remember thinking irritatingly, "Did you guys not just have this fight yesterday?" While now I miss that loud thumping sound, back when it was my everyday reality, I interpreted it as a warning call. Prepare for all hell because I didn't know what was going to come storming through that door and didn't know in what kind of mood they were going to be in.
My Expectations vs. My Memories vs. Actual Reality
In actual reality I am a pretty decent chief who can sometimes really suck or really wow. I am also a mom of five very different and unique children. Sometime my dreamer side takes off leaving behind the facts of reality only to leave me feeling defeated when it rears back around. I do my best, but sometimes it's a lesson that I need to be reminded of again. When my house is once again filled with laughter and footsteps. My mind fills with all of the happy memories of their childhoods. It cleverly forgets to remind me of all the terror they caused, that is until the arguments start and I am remind that they still fight about the same shit from when they were 5. Reality is tricky, which is why it is understandable when it seems to escape your grasp every now and again.
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