My husband went out last night to pick up our son's new glasses and was supposed to pick up batteries but came home with powdered donuts instead. It made for a fun breakfast for the kids with cereal and juice.
But the taste brought me right back to being a kid myself. I was about five years old and my parents had just separated. My sisters and I were living with our mother in our new house.
It was always a lot of work to get me to school in the morning. But on this one morning my mom had a friend over who brought me to school on his moped. We stopped by the gas station on the way for powdered donuts and orange juice.
I ate my breakfast on the way to school on his moped. It was so fun. I decided I liked this guy. Could he be our new father?
That same day I waited outside my school for a long time for anyone to pick me up. Could be that man on his moped again. Could be my mother.
But no one came. So I walked about a mile to my grandparent's house. My children would not be able to do this now.
From that day forward, my grandfather picked me up from school.