Food Revolution

I am Goldilocks and this is my friend
Baby Bear. How many of you have heard our story? This is too hot; this is too cold, this is just right.

Our story is very popular and became widely known in 1837. I wasn’t involved in the original story. Yes, I must admit I do have some issues about the first version, “The Three Bears”, and 70 years later. 1837 plus 70 (1907) the story was revised, and titled, “Goldilocks and the Three Bears.”

If I could ask you a question, “When your mom and dad, grandma and grandpa or kindergarten read the story to you did you think I was being nosey”? Trotting through the forest to go to the Three Bears home?

Do you think I was invading Bears privacy? Did you think I was a mischievous little girl?

Well, I’m here to tell you the reasons why the things happened at the Three Bears house, with the porridge, the chairs, the beds...

Are you waiting for the truth and my motivation behind walking through the woods and peeking into the windows of the three bears?

Once upon a time………..

I went to preschool with Baby bear. Little Palms Academy. Our teacher, Miss Cavalier had asked all of us children one morning at circle time. Boys & girls……..1, 2, 3, Look at me.

How many of you had breakfast this morning with your mommy or daddy? None of the children raised their hand except for Baby Bear.

Then, Mrs. Cavalier asked, “Baby Bear, what did you have for breakfast?” Baby Bear, answered, “Mama Bear made porridge for me and Papa Bear. I told mama that my porridge is too hot. Mama bear always told me to add some blueberries to my porridge; I added milk and brown sugar. It was just right. Mama Bear picked fresh blueberries from the woods this morning and I put a hand full of blueberries in my porridge, because I know blueberries fight antioxidants.

I remember listening to my friend baby bear telling us all about his delicious porridge that his mother made him, I couldn’t believe it. I thought he was lying and making up a big gigantic story.

Well, my mom always takes me to McDonalds drive through and I get morning Hash Browns with lots of greasy oil and I know it’s why my childhood cholesterol is off the charts. I tell my mom this because I am learning about health and nutrition at school but my mom is always so busy and doesn’t have time to cook.

The next day at school was Fun Friday, and Mrs. Cavalier asked us another question the other day at circle time and guess what that question was??

Boys and girls……1, 2, 3, look at me. How many of you ate dinner together at the family table last night? Did you eat with you mother, your father, your sisters, your brothers? Now, raise your hand if you had a family meal together last night.

I looked around the carpet and watched to see who would raise their hand and guess who raised their hand again?

It was Baby Bear. I thought to myself, Baby Bear is such a show-off. What do you think she asked next? “Baby Bear, can you tell the class what you had for dinner last night with your family?”

Mama Bear made a meatloaf, with mashed potatoes and green peas!!! My favorite.

Can you believe it? Baby Bears Mama made him two meals in one day! My mom, only cooks on Sunday and she make frozen pizzas for us. You know come to think of it, I don’t even know what a “meatloaf”, is.

And then Baby Bear told us that his Papa Bear made vegetable soup for his lunch!!! This just isn’t fair, it isn’t right.

I am getting really sad about this food and family stuff, I decided I had to go on an adventure and see for myself if what Baby Bear was saying was the truth about all of these wonderful meals with his family.

Baby Bear wasn’t making up a pretend story. It was the truth. I saw it with my own eyes. I peeked in the window; they didn’t see me or notice, because they were engaging in conversation.

The three bears would talk with one another. Tell stories of their day and they were happy. I could tell they really were happy. Papa Bear was smiling, Mama Bear would smile and even Baby Bear. And they have a rule at their house while they are eating.
No one is allowed to play with their telephone games. Not at meal time. Can you believe it?

The next day, I walked over in the morning time. Guess what I saw with my own eyes? Papa Bear had made grits and eggs for Baby Bear and Mama Bear.

I ran through the woods and I told my mom. She didn’t believe me. My mom told me that I would go to bed without any food tonight if I was lying to her. I was being truthful. My mom told me I was in big trouble for making up such foolish stories.

What really pushed my mom’s “freak out”; button was when I asked her, “Mom, what is meatloaf?” Baby Bear told the class today, that Mama Bear made him a meatloaf.

So for so many years, everyone has been blaming me for eating all the porridge and breaking the chairs and sleeping in the bears beds. It wasn’t Goldilocks, It was Goldilocks Mother. My mother went for a walk in the woods. She knocked and knocked and no one answered and my mother walked right in.
My mother has blond hair too!

Goldilocks mother needed to be enlightened. You know juvenile diabetes is on the rise and juvenile obesity. Well, if you ate at McDonalds four days out of the week and Pizza Hut the other two days a week for the first four years of your life, you would be overweight!!!

The best part of my story is that it has a happy ending. My family never ate together at a table. My parents would eat in their room on their bed. And we could eat at the couch and watch TV in the living room.

Now, guess what happened at my home? We are just like the three bears family. We have dinners together at a table. Well, they aren’t as nutritious and homemade as the three bears but it is a start!!! It’s just right.

We are talking just like the three bears, we are laughing, and we are having fun just like them. My mom and dad are happy.

My teacher told my mother that my learning disability is vanishing because my brain has been stimulated and nurtured by our family eating together and that eating together is just right.

So do the right thing.