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| First 3 Sundays in June menu |
As mentioned, I have two of my grandkids
(2 months & 5 years) 5 days a week while their mother (my daughter) works.
In addition, all of us are off on Sundays, so we do a weekly family dinner.
There is only one day of the week that I
am not super involved with my three younger children (all adults).
Life is super busy for all of us, but
the memories of Sunday Dinners at Mom’s/Grandma’s is something I hope they remember
long after I am gone.
Am I exhausted? Absolutely. But I can’t
bear to leave this world without hoping to leave them with lasting memories of
good times and good food.
The thoughts of how it will be when I am
gone have hit hard in recent years. I’ll be 50 next month – I have more of my
life behind me, rather than in front of me. None of us are perfect. But I want
plenty of good memories for them.
Things were often tough when they were
younger. I’m not trying to make up for anything, I just want them to know that
no matter how grown they are, they are all still my babies.
Seeing my grandkids grow has been such a
blessing – one that I’d like to continue doing and be able to, one day, watch
their children grow (my great-grandchildren).
I love seeing the family portraits of 5
generations of women, 5 generations of men….siblings remaking pictures from
their childhood as adults and with their children doing the same picture as
well.
When all is said and done…I want it known
that I loved my children and grandchildren fiercely, I want them to feel worthy
of defending nay-sayers (you know there’s always someone who thinks they know
it all) knowing they had a mom who loved them and was there for them, no matter
how others may want them to vision and accept a different story. Most
importantly I want them to know they were loved – unconditionally – without question.
Everyone tells you to enjoy your children
while they are small. They tell you to enjoy the growing up, the phases, the
dating – but no one tells you, or prepares you for them leaving.
They move out, they have their own families
– in many cases, they need you less and you see them and hear from them less. I’ve
been blessed to have my youngest two still be very much a part of my daily
life.
We talk so much about enjoying the ride
while they grow…we don’t discuss the heartbreak when we know we’ve done our job
well and they move out and start the lives we prepared them to lead.
Just some Sunday Food for Thought.
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