So, there I was, at a wedding, sitting in my seat by the dinner reception. In front of me was a colorful looking plate, with fresh pink salmon, purple crunchies, an orange sauce, and green sprouts perched atop the salmon. There was even coleslaw and sour pickles on the table, which I generously put some on my plate.  

To be honest, the food looked delicious. But I could not help control my eyes when all of a sudden, the waiter brought the kids appetizer meal to my nephew who was sitting at the same table as me. My eyes enlarged and my mouth opened wide. The loud music in the background faded. The kid's meal was a bowl filled with creamy mashed potatoes and a handful of hot juicy franks n’ blanks. I looked back at my plate, and then at my nephews. This happened a few times. I was thinking about offering him a trade, but what kid would trade their fresh hot dogs beautifully wrapped in pastry dough for a piece of healthy salmon and green sprouts.  

So, instead, I took a different route; a bolder route. No, I did not steal my nephew’s plate. But what I did do was ask the waiter a question: Excuse me, sir. If I identify as a 3-year-old, can I too can get a kid’s meal? This was too much English, though, for the waiter, who did not speak much of it. So, I motioned and pointed and moved my hands in different directions until he understood that I was kindly asking if I can get a kid’s meal.  

Sure enough, a few minutes later (it felt like hours!), my dream came true. The waiter hand delivered a kid’s meal to me. I was not embarrassed, nor was I ashamed. Honestly, I felt proud; proud knowing that every other adult was probably thinking the same thing, of how badly they wished to have a kid’s meal, but too uncomfortable to ask. I was proud that I stuck up for myself and got the meal I really wanted. When I saw the other adults at the table looking at my plate of mashed potatoes and franks n’ blanks with envy, I decided to share my delight with them. And so, it was. All the adults at the table were able to enjoy what they really wanted all along: A kid’s meal instead of the adult meal. 

According to an article on FoodInTheHouse: The kids menu items are practical and simple. Whether it is the finger-food-like simplicity of chicken nuggets, or the quaint crunch of a grilled cheese sandwich, kids’ menu items just “make sense.” With all the bells and whistles of the “adult menu items,” adults sometimes just want something easier to consume.  

Whereas the human condition craves simplicity, the Yetzer Hara loves to complicate things and confuse us. In Parshas Eikev, the Torah tells us: What does Hashem, your G-d, ask of you? ONLY to fear Hashem. The Derashos HaRan (10) explains profoundly that Hashem is not asking something overburdensome of you, something beyond your nature; to the contrary, you have a natural inclination to Hashem and will rejoice in its attainment. Fearing Hashem does not have to be overly confusing and complicated. It is built into who and what we are. Let us learn to embrace our inner connection with Hashem and enjoy the simplicity of life, including the delicious kid’s meal!