I finished eating my dinner before everyone else. I sat back in my chair as a quiet observer. I heard the sounds of little mouths chewing. Gross? Yes. Little kids don't remember to chew with their mouths closed. Yet in spite of the grossness a small smirk formed on my lips. All these little mouths came from me. Flesh of my flesh. And here they are all eating and growing and smiling and swallowing independantly of me. Little people as different as can be, who'll grow and become and contribute to the world in their own way. Admittedly, I did want to pull my hair out a few times today, but redemption came at this little glimpse of a moment. Dinner. All together. As a family.
In honor of that moment, enjoy:
"The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking eachother out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together." --Erma Bombeck
3 comments:
Hey I just read your blog a minute ago and there were more quotes...that is funny because I think while you were commenting on my blog, I was editing my post, too! Coincidence.
I love all your posts. THe fighting one is hilarious. I can say that because I do not have 3 boys...
I love that quote. It is so true of a family. It is the little moments that makes being a mom so worth it.
We were eating the other night and Wyatt said, "Look Mom, we're eating like a family!" I guess they are more aware when Chuck is gone, but it about broke my heart. Isn't it amazing that those kids came form you. I often have those asme thoughts myself. Not about mine, yours, those kids are crazy!
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