My son Silas, 1.45 years old, navigated a difficult transition this morning over his eggs and dry Life cereal. I wanted to eat my eggs while they were still hot so I figured he could at least stab eggs with a fork and get them into his mouth....after all, how hard can it be? Apparently, the skills I have acquired in scrambled egg eating over the past 35 years are more of an accomplishment than I realized. It was not a pretty thing, but Silas did manage to get a good bit of the eggs into his mouth. A fairly good portion, however, ended up where breakfast eggs go to die (once a baby is officially sitting on his food, I consider it dead).
The highlight of this morning moment was watching my son lay into his eggs with his fork like a coffeed-up construction worker with a jackhammer. Silas figured out that where his skill and finesse in egg stabbing failed him, his power and speed could make up for it. So he stabbed at his little innocent eggs like my wife plays Whac-A-Mole with the kids at Chuck E Cheese's. And it worked. After about ten rhythmic stabs he would come up with a little wad of egg.
I have termed this interesting way of eating eggs - egg fishing, since, like fishing, there is a measure of sport involved. You cast out your line in hopes of landing the hook as Silas casts down his fork in hopes of landing an egg. Even when the eggs are not biting, he comes back for more. It's not just about catching something. It's the anticipation of the next big egg mass that makes egg fishing so exhilarating!
As I watch my son making many transitions from baby to little boy I am thankful that he is transitioning at all. As much as I love his cute little baby-ishness now, I would not be happy about it at 16, or 11, or even at 3. As time passes he must continue to mature in all things. I will help him because I don't think an 11-year-old boy should still be egg fishing, or a 16-year-old eating only scrambled eggs and dry Life cereal for breakfast. At some point he needs to transition and join me for a gravy-soaked country fried steak at Cracker Barrel.