Fruit loops have a long history in my life and it seems to have come full circle. I grew up on a “commune” so most everything was home-grown. However, when I would visit my grandmother each summer, I would stay an extra couple weeks and travel back by myself. It is one of the highlights of my childhood.<\/p>\n
I don’t know how Fruit Loops became something I craved. My parent’s rule was that I not have sweetened cereal, but others were OK. We reached a happy compromise with Honey-Nut Cheerios. At the time, I thought I had pulled one over on my Grammie, convincing her that they weren\u2019t nearly as sweetened as others and that at least it was honey (yeah\u2026riiiiight); looking back, I have to wonder if she just thought the rule was silly, just like the one about not eating meat, of which she let me have as much as I wanted and never told my parents.<\/p>\n
Nevertheless, Fruit Loops became a symbol for me, for a while. Given my poor memory, I was surprised when as an adult, my cousins gave me a huge box of Fruit Loops for my birthday. I was very touched. 7 years later, I suggested to my 10 year old son that Fruit Loops would be something I would like for my birthday \u2013 a special treat that I would never buy as a staple, but something I would slowly eat and treasure.<\/p>\n
Last night I spoke to him on the phone while at Gramma\u2019s. (Unfortunately, he\u2019s only there for one night; not two weeks). They had gone shopping, to get milk and cheese. Somehow, they ended up with ice cream cones and Fruit Loops. She figured since I had gotten them for my birthday, they must be OK.<\/p>\n
After my initial consternation, which I was careful to keep to myself, I let it go and said he had to have protein at the same time, and only a small bowl. (Luckily he doesn\u2019t react to food dye, only blood sugar swings). It took me a few minutes to realize that we\u2019ve come full circle, and that in a way, convincing Gramma to buy sweetened cereal against the parent\u2019s wishes must be some sort of rite of passage in our family.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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