“Thus far, we have managed to restrain Ezra’s intake of sweets to reasonable levels. But there are times when to deny him sugar would just be cruel. Like on his birthday, for instance. He ate his first mini-cupcake and then politely asked Will if he could have another. It’s your birthday, why not? A few minutes later he circled back around to the box for a third and, feeling indulgent, I let him. He popped the whole thing in his mouth at once and reached for another, at which point I drew the line and removed the box from his reach.
Indignant, he threw himself to the ground and wailed at the injustice. Uncle Av tried to point out to him that he had a whole, unchewed cupcake in his mouth, just waiting to be enjoyed. But he didn’t want to hear it. This meltdown and the ensuing oversensitivity about an hour later gave me a fresh appreciation of what people mean when they talk about a sugar crash. I get it now.
This week I’ve noticed myself feeling anxiety that we’re not going to have enough time on our upcoming vacation… That we should have gone in a day early… And wait! What’s this about it taking forever and a day to get out of the city? That means we’re going to have to leave 6 hours earlier than I planned!… We should have planned to stay another day!… I am already bummed out that I’m. Not. Going. To. Get. Enough. And then what will I do? What if I can never get any more?
And then I hear myself thinking about this and I have to remind myself… I still have the cupcake in my mouth. I haven’t even chewed it yet. And I’m already worried about it being gone.
Just chew the cupcake.
That’s our Buddhist teaching of the day.”