I'm feeling somewhat nostalgic.
I was going to write a post about my Mother's Day dinner. But that got me thinking about my three children and one daughter-in-law who were able to be there and who made it special for my mother-in-law and me (and it really was).
And that got me thinking that my youngest daughter has gone to Spain on a missions trip for 10 weeks and I don't know when we'll get all together again.
And that made me realize that my other daughter moves to Germany on July 8 before the younger one gets back. She is engaged to a German whom she met when he was an exchange student and they will marry in October in Germany.
And that means I truly don't know when I'll have all four of my children around my table together again.
And that got me thinking about when was the last time we were all together for a meal. It must have been just before our younger son's wedding, possibly breakfast the day before the wedding (because the rehearsal dinner I made for 50 people, doesn't count.)
And then I felt cheated. I was cheated out of a "last supper," a meal where we could say, "This is the last time we will all be together around our table, possibly for many years." Where we could reminisce about sitting together at our table in Colombia when they all arrived home from school and everyone having something to tell, and a request (read demand) for me, and we let the hamster run around on the table eating their cookie crumbs. (Yes, I really allowed that!)
And we could reminisce about my oldest son being able to answer his little sister's science questions completely, accurately, and age adjusted. And about that little sister sending herself to a timeout for losing her temper almost every night when she was two. And about green milk in the jug on St. Patrick's Day. And about Mom (that's me) never remembering the napkins. And about my older daughter doing charades of our Bible reading as it was read. And about the manners game we played. And about my younger son eating his food faster than anyone else. And about the three guys talking a "foreign language" about cars, cameras, and computers.
And they could all say, "Mom, don't you dare cry. We'll be together again sooner than you think."
And I would choke up anyway.
And so would Dad.
But then I realized, that even though I didn't get a last supper, I have had almost twenty-eight years of family dinners,
and breakfasts,
and even many lunches.
And I can be grateful that they still want to come to my table.
I was going to write a post about my Mother's Day dinner. But that got me thinking about my three children and one daughter-in-law who were able to be there and who made it special for my mother-in-law and me (and it really was).
And that got me thinking that my youngest daughter has gone to Spain on a missions trip for 10 weeks and I don't know when we'll get all together again.
And that made me realize that my other daughter moves to Germany on July 8 before the younger one gets back. She is engaged to a German whom she met when he was an exchange student and they will marry in October in Germany.
And that means I truly don't know when I'll have all four of my children around my table together again.
And that got me thinking about when was the last time we were all together for a meal. It must have been just before our younger son's wedding, possibly breakfast the day before the wedding (because the rehearsal dinner I made for 50 people, doesn't count.)
And then I felt cheated. I was cheated out of a "last supper," a meal where we could say, "This is the last time we will all be together around our table, possibly for many years." Where we could reminisce about sitting together at our table in Colombia when they all arrived home from school and everyone having something to tell, and a request (read demand) for me, and we let the hamster run around on the table eating their cookie crumbs. (Yes, I really allowed that!)
And they could all say, "Mom, don't you dare cry. We'll be together again sooner than you think."
And I would choke up anyway.
And so would Dad.
But then I realized, that even though I didn't get a last supper, I have had almost twenty-eight years of family dinners,
and breakfasts,
and even many lunches.
And I can be grateful that they still want to come to my table.
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