It is not surprising that the long and winding road that led me back to my keyboard had something to do with food…and my children.
It might have a little bit to do with the fact that I am avoiding the grand notion of cleaning my house.
Mostly it is food, and my children. It is my middle man, MC, to be specific.
CNN, MC, and I went out for Chinese for dinner. MC can be a tricky child to feed. He loses his appetite and isn’t still very often which might explain why he has grown an inch and lost weight this summer. This is why it was so joyful to watch him absolutely devour his dinner tonight. I can’t remember the last time I have seen him eat like this. He tried to use chopsticks. He would get impatient and supplement with his fork. There was a periodic, “mmm” amidst the feeding. It was amazing. I can’t remember ever feeling such joy while watching someone eat. I felt a glimmer of my sweet grandma within me. She was always after us to “go on out and get a bite to eat”. Then, when something was really good, she would scrunch up her shoulders and wrinkle her nose with joy. That was how I felt today.
I am grateful he is mine.
I am grateful I have the means to nourish us.
I am grateful I am awake and watching with joy and wonder.
Midwestern girl who loves big city shopping (note - do not love high heels of any kind) *
hate to say that first because I fancy myself a yoga chic too who is into feng shui and a minimalist life but it's just not all true!*
I do forget to recycle*
LOVE reading and music and most things crafty (the idea of them - very fickle and creative urges come and go faster than light or sound)*
Grand chef and baker in my own mind and kitchen - love to mix and match recipes for a glorious new concoction*
Gardening would be very successful - I have a flair but short attention span can cause casualties*
True bliss is my home filled with three beautiful children (four on the weekends - an amazing Goddaughter)*
did forget to feed the beautiful children lunch once when they were too small to remind me*
can't find socks for all on some crazy mornings*
I'm a learner who just can't help it...a writer in my head, and a college instructor for a half dozen classes a year*
can't help my right brain optimism*
been a foster mom*
am a very grateful mom of adopted children*
worst life moment: leaving the E.R. with an empty baby carrier*
this is me...pretty much
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