brooke cleaver...oops, I mean fox

A little worldview adjustment. No more family dinners for now. For some strange reason they cause a seizure every time. Hmmm, we’ll delve into that in a moment. But, in the grand scheme of things, it is such a small event to sacrifice to the bigger picture of getting well.        

Now, don’t get me wrong, we (unfortunately) aren’t the Cleaver’s. If we all sit down at the same time it is a miracle. And, if it is anything like your house, it is mass chaos. One child refuses to eat anything but cottage cheese (????), the other was going to eat everything until I put pepper on it – which by the way, she asked me to do. One is teasing the other, “what mom, I promise I didn’t do anything!” while the other is literally screaming at the top of her lungs, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy! in increasingly louder decibels as I try to have some semblance of a conversation with my husband. So, let’s delve: It is a stress filled environment that I keep trying to control. Hmmm…….and I was wondering why it causes a seizure…….

But we do try to play a game while we eat called “3 Favorite Things.” We go around the table and each of us shares our 3 favorite parts of our day. To listen to Finley as she tries to tell us what happened in her day, or the day, or the week before, because it all runs together for her; and to watch as Robyn rolls her eyes and reluctantly tells us what she really does want to share with us but won’t admit it. To hear snippets from Charles’ day that I want desperately to know more about. And to let my children and husband know that I love them and that they are the best parts of my day.  Now, that is a lot to sacrifice.

So, a little worldview adjustment. No more family dinners for now. In the grand scheme of things, it is just a small event to sacrifice to the bigger picture of getting well. But “3 Favorite Things,” I’m not willing to adjust my worldview that much.  That is a part of my life, dinner or no dinner, sick or well. Come hell or highwater, we are playing our game.