Andrea and her children were here for the weekend. It was so nice to see them and visit with them. My favorite part of the visit was the dinner table.
Popo came and we had Sunday dinner together. It was fun to talk to the kids about "going out" and "going with" and "being in love". To Matthew who is sixteen, going out was a group activity. To Luke, who is 12 it meant something altogether different. To Asheligh, who is six. going out meant kissing. That sent Andrea into a frenzy!
We talked about first crushes. It was fun to find out that Grandpa Wagner's first crush was Annie Romney, his first grade teacher.
I have always enjoyed family meals around the table. Those are times that we have shared thoughts and concerns. We have shown affection to each other by actively listening to our family members. In so doing, we have learned about each other. It seems that these media saturated times are taking some of that away from us.
Fun memories
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It is amazing what you learn around the kitchen table. We have had some rousing conversations at the table. One day I was teasing Eric about whether he was a boy or a girl. He informed us that he was a boy. I asked him how he know. He explained it to us all.
There have been other episodes, but that one is just a standout.
Our dining room table doesn't get used for meals very often any more, but it is a joy when it does!!
Most of the times, it doubles as a desk, a hobby center, a catch all, and a junk pile.
The dinner table was a great place for me as I grew up. In the winter we would sit around the table and visit for hours. When our children were old enough to visit. we enjoyed it too. I loved it when everyone was home with children, how fun it was. I still love it when family comes and we visit around the table. I love all of you Mom
I try to keep my family around the dinner table. I find often times that I am lost in the conversations. Matthew and Luke have a language of their own, and MOM isn't supposed to know what they are talking about half the time. Once in a while they let me in on the conversation. I do however, observe, and learn what is going on with their lives when we slow down to hurry up and eat!
That is my cake!
You can have it. Ptui
Hypocrite!
Family time can sometimes be fun.
Family time can sometimes come undone.
I remember the incident you refer to. I would like to think I have become less selfish than I was back then.
I didn't even know what the word hypocrite meant. I do now and realize that it applies to me in more ways than I would like to admit.
Memories can be seen as pleasant or as not pleasant. When I reminisce I sometimes don't put in all the details I recall, but I do remember in fondness the opportunities for growth. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
They say tragedy and time make comedy. This was one of those instances.
There was one piece of cake left. Two of us wanted it. I stuck my finger in it and said it was mine and someone spit on it and and said, "you can have it." I think Donnie was the spitter and I was the spitee.
I felt like the word hypocryt was a powerful word. It mad Donnie as mad as a hornet. We would fight and I would be loosing because he was stronger and faster. I would call him a hypocrit and get another fist in the face. I have since learned that wasn't smart.
I also learned what the word means. It is important for me to insure that I am who I present myself as, and I have learned that my brother is a very good man.
Over time it gets to the point where we can admit our follies and face them. Some things we may always want to keep from being common knowledge. I love my brothers and remember this incident, maybe not so much for the incident itself, but that it reminds me that we are all human.
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