Here’s an idea I wish I’d known about while the kids were still fans of taking bananas to school. We’ve entered some sort of anti-banana stage – they get smushed or they’re brown by lunch time – so now they linger in the kitchen bowl. But who says my bananas can’t speak wisdom to me?
“And so now, depending on who you ask, I am an adult. I am no longer navigating the hallways of my elementary school, wishing my hair dried straight and begging my mother to buy me Umbro shorts. But I have different problems. Adult problems, which like child problems are often very silly and yet which also feel totally crushing and completely insurmountable. And my mother does not write on my bananas anymore because I am the mother. I pack my own lunch. So on a whim, to help me make it through the year, I wrote out some bananas of my own. These bananas are technically for me, since they are all things I need to hear now and then. But I am putting them here in case any of them are also for you. If you want them. And if you don’t want them because your mom packed you a fruit roll up or those crackers with the cheez spread, no sweat. It’s cool. I am used to being the one with the weird lunch.”