A couple of days ago,
I was having this dilemma,
and I was debating if I should call someone for help or not.

I would have called Tracy,
but she was at work and I did not want to bother her.

I would have searched the internet,
but Tyler was running around, and I need to keep an eye on him.
(Plus, I would get sidetracked looking at “other stuff” anyway.)

I knew it was quite embarrassing,
but I just swallowed my pride,
called my mother,
and waited for her to laugh at me.

(Phone Rings)

Hello?

Hi Mother! It’s me.
I have a little problem. Are you busy?

What? No, I am not busy. Are you okay?

No. I am not actually.

What’s wrong?

Well, it’s a little embarrassing,
but I really do not know what I am doing wrong.
I tried over and over again,
but I just can’t get it quite right.

Well, what is it?

Eerrrrr…. How do you make grilled cheese?

Echoes of laughter can be heard here.
I think even our neighbors heard me.

Laugh all you want.
But to me, one of the things that really makes me happy,
is when Tyler eats what I prepared for him.
It really bothers me when he does not eat.

I just think that nutrition is something very important at this age.
Plus, I suppose I got this attitude towards food
while growing up in the Philippines.
Because there, people eat like Hobbits.

And I am also trying my best to be the “Perfect Parent”.
I have even subjected myself to read some parenting books,
research some parenting advice online,
even watch shows of Dr. Phil. (God I hate that man.)

So anyway,
after my conversation with my Mother,
I learned two important things.

First.
There is no such thing as a “Perfect parent”.

And second,
Put the butter on the bread first.