For a girl who doesn't like to cook, I'm kinda digging table time, y'all.
I mean I've known for a while now it's important to share family meals at least a few times a week and Jeromy and I have wheeled, dealed, and stretched calendars to make this happen. However, seasons alter the experience, for sure. And I'll just admit, this is the most enjoyable one yet. Let's rewind--
The Baby Years
Ummm, yeah, our darlings ate WAY before us so we could eventually enjoy moments of peace, intellectual conversation, and "grown-up sanity time". Yeah right. By the time we wiped mouths, cleaned spit up explosions, surveyed the collective damage, bathed them, and tucked them in with loves, hugs, and kisses—DONE. As in, heat up the hot pocket and let's just ingest some kind of sustenance. G'night. Love you. We get to do this again tomorrow. God help us.
The Toddler Years
Or what I refer to as the gag fest chronicles. These were the years where war was waged at the table. Foods were embraced or rejected on a whim. Screams, fits of rage, and thoughts no parent would readily admit to went down on the nightly. But the gagging. Oh. my. word. And, no, it wasn't because of my cooking. Even I can't screw up a can of peas. If either of us had an iota of appetite by the end of that ordeal, angels would be singing.
Date night. Date nights are really important, y'all.
The Elementary Years
Okay, this is where table time momentum begins to pick up a bit. Precious plural are old enough to learn manners, discuss dietary options, participate in conversation, and play cute little table games. A glimmer of light shines through the darkness and we begin to see the benefit of these minutes. Game on.
The Teenage Years
Oh. so. fun! Seriously, it's like hosting our own reality tv show. My husband and I absolutely look forward to eating with our pubescent humans. Why? They are drama-filled, hilarious, easy to embarrass, full of words, and wacky versions of incidents and oh good grief, this is it! We have arrived! Not to mention we are fully basking in the light of the ticking clock. We can count on one hand the number of years we have left until their place at the table is tentative. Precious moments.
By the way, these years have inspired me to up my cooking game a bit. As in, purchase new, funky appliances, cool cutting boards, and large colorful knives that make me happy. I stand in the midst of it all, chopping away, while swirls of you'll never guess and homework sucks and my life is over and this is the best day ever moments take place right before my mommy eyes. My son creeps up behind me and steals something out of the pot. My daughter inspects what is on her like menu and what is not, scheming as to how she's going to clean her plate. My husband happily cleans.
Life. is. good.
And I am profoundly grateful.
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Amanda Williams is a forty-year old wife and mother of two who can still swing her pony tail and display just a tad of sass. She is also a Jesus loving girl who realizes she is nothing without the One who saved her. Amanda has two degrees specializing in serving students with special needs and is currently working in the field of Leadership Development. She is a Christian author, speaker, blogger, and publisher who loves serving beside her husband at her local place of worship, First Baptist Church of Ocala.