feeding the masses

My son is on his high school cross country team and yesterday it was my turn to feed the team breakfast after their morning run. This was no small undertaking. I am not much for cooking a lot, and am definitely not one to cook breakfast, my kids don't like it too often, and so to get out of bed at 6:30 in the morning to make sure everything was in order before the team showed up, was a pretty big deal. We (the hubby and I) fired up the grill for the bacon, cut up fruit, which was a big hit, scrambled 4 dozen eggs, and flipped more pancakes than I care to count. They all piled in just as the bacon came off the grill, and we watched as they went through the line, the girls possibly eating more than the guys. They were grateful and appreciative, and that was nice. The most fun thing, however, was the chance to watch our son who has always been pretty shy in social situations, blend in with these kids like he was made to be there. I enjoyed watching him interact with the other members of the team. It was an opportunity i wouldn't have gotten any other way, and if it takes making pancakes by the ton to be a part of that, sign me up for next week, too.