I am kind of like a Nazi about family dinner. Enough so that on a night like tonight, a night that I was completely tapped out by a long phone call with a troubled friend, a night when I’d prepared no dinner and Russ cooked frozen pizza for the kids while I heated up leftover chicken-noodle soup and I wanted to hide while I was eating it because I was so emotionally spent, everyone still assumed that we were all eating together and came to the table.
I can’t say that I was thrilled. I was happier at the thought of some solitude with my soup and my computer. But of course I couldn’t send them all away, not when they were assuming that we’d have family dinner. So I set my computer aside and pretended to be happy.
The funny thing is, within just a few minutes I was happy. Their chatter and banter and silliness even singing re-energized me, filling my heart with the awareness of just how blessed I am. And then I was grateful once again for our family dinner habit…
Your lucky kids. :) it's so hard to fake a smile when your heart is troubled with something. Glad you have those four great reasons to fake it till you make it living in that house of yours!
ReplyDeleteI love this post! I can tell already that I will be a dinner nazi too. I'm glad you were able to have a good evening.
ReplyDeleteThat is sweet. My kids, as much as they drive me nuts, always can make me smile.
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