Think back to when you were a kid. All of the silly things you did that made sense to you even if they made no sense at all to anyone else..
What came to mind?
For me, it was eating chocolate syrup straight from the bottle. I enjoyed it.
Flash forward a couple of decades and you’ll find me sitting here, fingers massaging my temples, wondering why my children did whatever crazy thing they just did.
In this episode, we visit what happens at the dinner table when parents decide to have dinner on the couch for an evening.
So, the husband and I decided to sit on the couch to have supper while we watched something on TV and talked about our day. The children sat at the dinner table just a few feet away, talking amongst themselves. Suddenly, an argument began.
Jack was doing something questionable to Ava’s food.
My husband and I listened for a moment prior to involving ourselves. Ava was really mad and, in my opinion, with good reason. Messing with someone else’s food is something you just don’t do. Reach your hand towards my plate and you just might pull back with marks from the tines of my fork. Simply put, keep your hands off of other people’s food.
As I stepped in to stop the argument, I started thinking back to when I was their age. My own mother did not sit with us every single time we ate, but we didn’t mess with each other’s food. We ate our food, talked, giggled, and occasionally flung peas at the ceiling, but we didn’t mess with each other’s food. That’s just something you don’t do.
While I say that, I think of all the times one of them has decided they’re full and shoved all of their food off of their own plate onto someone else’s. They know not to just get up and throw it out, so they came up with an alternative.
Honestly, the things my children do amuse me, occasionally infuriate me, and, more often than not, make me reflect on things I did as a child. Sometimes, it is in an effort to compare and contrast between them and myself as a child. Other times, it’s just a matter of reflection and, in some ways, nostalgia.
We all did silly things as children. Now, we have the pleasure of sitting back and watching our children do those things. We get to laugh and wonder where they came up with the idea to do those things.
Being a parent is weird.