Do you miss bread?

Preparing  jam from berries, part one of eight

“Where’s Jonathan?” I could not find my son in the sea of faces in the auditorium. Five different schools had sent bus loads of middle schoolers and some high schoolers to our small local college for a day of fun engineering challenges. It was the end of the day and all of the students and chaperones were gathering in the auditorium for awards.

“He’s here somewhere in the crowd” replied one teacher and the other chaperone nodded. I wasn’t certain that he was there because I could not put my eyes on him. I kept looking and then spied some of his friends in a row near me, so I asked them, “Do you know where Jonathan is?”

The friend looked around and then pointed, “I think he’s up there”. I followed the friend’s direction, but did not immediately see my son. Since the awards were about to begin, I settled in beside of another parent and tried to reassure myself that he was in the crowd and safe.

Earlier in the day, I had seen my son in various places around campus. At times he had been alone and a few other times he had been with a friend. Each time I had encouraged him to stay with his group. I emphasized that there were a lot of older students on campus and some adults and that he really needed to stay with the group. His teachers needed to know where he was, and it was his responsibility to stay with them. Jonathan was comfortable with the campus because he had been there many times with me since that is where I had worked for over two decades.

The awards began, and I got lost in cheering on the kids who were receiving recognition. Then, there was this, “And the award for bottle rockets goes to Jonathan Sullivan!”. Clapping, lots of clapping. No Jonathan. The speaker said again, “Jonathan? Come on up!” As the clapping faded and everyone started looking around, my eye caught his teacher’s eye. We both bolted from the auditorium as the speaker went on to the next award.

Where was Jonathan?

My mama instinct had been spot on, and I leaped into action. I was talking to the security officers on my cell phone before I reached the outside of the auditorium. Three others had joined me in searching. I ran, yes, this mama RAN two buildings across campus to my office to see if he was there. No Jonathan. My brain was whirling with all of the potential places he could be. I was desperately trying to block the terrifying “what if” thoughts.

While others checked the student center game room and the site of the last events, I ran to the library. If he was anywhere on campus, he would likely be in his favorite spot in the children’s section of the library. He believed that I was the “best mom of the year” just for taking him there and letting him browse. As I bolted toward the library building, I tried to reassure myself that he knew his way around, and that he knew some of the staff. Surely he had not gone off with a stranger.

I stopped running and only walked fast through the library and back to the children’s section. There he was with a friend. They were laughing and thumbing through books. Each was totally lost in time and place. My relief washed over me quickly, and my frustration spilled out. “JONATHAN!” I was much louder than I should have been in a library. “Where are you supposed to be?”

“I dunno. Why?” he had no idea.

“You’re both supposed to be in the auditorium for awards. In fact, you just missed your name being called!” I shooed them off to the auditorium as I called security, his teacher, and others to let them know that he had been found. I was shaking my head at that son who loved books so much, and then it hit me. I ran! I had been running! It wasn’t far, but I RAN! I can’t run. I never had before. When my children were little, I worried about having them in a playground without a fence, because I could not run to catch them. That was when I was obese and had significant back pain. Today, after losing over 100 lbs (45 kg), I ran. I had needed to move quickly, and I could! I ran in professional clothes, and I did not have to stop and sit down to catch my breath.

When I went back into the auditorium, I was relieved that my son and his friend were okay. I was grateful that they had been safe and that they were enjoying themselves even though I was frustrated and embarrassed that he was ‘lost’. Among all of those emotions, I was also a little proud. I ran! When I thought my son needed me, I could be there. I ran! Instead of being the mom who couldn’t, I was the mom who could.

People ask me, “Don’t you miss bread?” Unfortunately, bread made me obese. Bread contributed to the inflammation and pain in my back. Bread indirectly kept me from being the mom who could run after her kids even if they were in danger. No, friends, I don’t miss bread even a little.

Kristie Sullivan

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  1. Alison
    What a beautiful story!! Loved it. Thank you for sharing this with us Kristi. It was so inspirational. Btw well done on being able to run! I’m not a runner either.
  2. Dena
    Not the story I expected! What a fantastic story to explain why you don't miss bread!
  3. The Breadman
    This takes the cake! Unbelievable waste of reading time.
    Reply: #6
  4. Peter Phelps
    Bread is the big thing I miss but this story will help me the next time I have that craving.
  5. Kim CB
    Love this story!!! Rock on Mama!!!
  6. Peter Phelps
    This article or your comment ?
  7. Kathy
    Thank you Kristi! This brought tears to my eyes. Four years ago my then 4 yr old granddaughter fell off a pier into a lake that is 15 ft deep. I was in such bad shape if I had jumped in, there would have been two people needing to be rescued. Thank the Lord her mother was close by and heard me screaming for help. She was able to get to her and pull her out of the water. All I could do was stand on the pier feeling helpless and ashamed that I was so unhealthy and obese that I could not even attempt to save my granddaughter. It still haunts me to this day.
  8. Justin
    It's not bread but poor eating habits and people can't take responsibility for themselves so they have to blame it on something. Whole grain foods such as good bread had lead me to 186 lbs and in single digits for body fat !
  9. Sheila
    Educate yourself Justin before you make a fool of yourself in a public forum! Grains cause inflammation! Just because you eat bread and are in good shape means nothing! It's ALL about the glycemic reaction our body has to foods. Grains contain phytotoxins that wreak havoc in the body! I could go on! Because I have educated myself!
  10. Carrie
    You are a fantastic mom. Thank you for sharing your story with us. You are setting a good example for your kids and doing your best to make sure you stay healthy not just for yourself but for your family
  11. Judith
    I have to agree with Breadman. This story is not why I subscribe. It did not inspire me it kind of irritated me that I spent so much time reading it andit had no information I cold use. It's cute but I want science, education, guidance. Maybe you could put this sort of article in a "cute story" option in the menu. I've been a member for 18 months and good videos and article are getting less and less. I've been thinking abot cancelling because there are so many websites out there that have what I need. Hope you're not going in the wrong directions with this.

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