My sister had a close relationship with Uncle Rock, my father’s younger brother. She knew his friends, how he took his coffee, had long conversations at his kitchen table, and most importantly, she knew how to fish with him. Those two were tight. I love to listen to my sister tell stories about him. And, while I listen, I am secretly jealous.
I have very few memories involving my uncle. And very few I can recall with my own father. It is obvious, now that I’m older, something was missing. A connectedness. While the love was surely there, the ability to connect beyond that was not.
Now, with the abscense of both of these men, smiles brighter and wider than any other men I’ve ever met, save my brothers, I feel like our family needs to learn how to become tighter. Closer. Connected. Our family needs to reinforce the foundation.
There is a photo of my Uncle Rock on my dresser that I stop to admire at least twice a day. It’s a good reminder of the value of life. Of his life and what it meant to those that loved him. A reminder that I share a family name with some very important people. A reminder to stay connected, even more so as we grow older.
I’ve come to love and appreciate food. The kind of food that I know my body needs and will process without failing me. The kind of food that makes my mouth happy and want to share with others because not only does it taste really good, it’s good for you.
There is an abundance of bad food in the grocery store that is disguised as “good for your health”. Low carb, sugar-free, lean protein, pre-packaged, etc. I don’t buy into all that rubbish. I don’t like the taste of a low carb snack and I certainly don’t like the taste of fake sugar. Even the supposedly “taste like the real thing” sugar substitutes – you know the ones. The moment one of those sugar-free drinks hit my tongue I know it’s fake. I don’t like it and I don’t want to learn to like it. Those drinks should be killed off.
I believe food is supposed to taste good and nourish our bodies. We’re supposed to be able to sit down at a meal and enjoy it, take our time with it, maybe even talk to it, or pet it, and be able to walk away satisfied. Not craving more. Not over stuffing our face.
On that note, I want to share a wonderful recipe with you that we enjoyed this evening as a family. It’s from one of my all time favorite sites: www.nourishingmeals.com Tom and Ali are the smart authors of this blog and its recipes. This is my go to site when I’m looking to make something nutritious and delicious. And sometimes special.
Follow this link to see what we had on our plates tonight http://www.nourishingmeals.com/2009/09/balsamic-roasted-chicken-with-figs-and.html The chicken was delicious! Our almost 5-year-old daughter ate both of the legs, with the skin. I sautéed some green cabbage in a bit of coconut oil to go along with the chicken. And that was it. Super easy, good for our bodies, and our mouths were very happy.
What’s your favorite homemade healthy meal?
Our little girl attends an hour class at The Little Gym once a week. I look forward to this just as much as she does. She puts on her cute little sparkly leotard then taps, twirls, and tumbles. I love to watch her learn new skills and take risks. I also appreciate using this one hour to reflect on how much my love for Ava has grown. Maybe chat with other moms or simply just sit in quiet – which doesn’t happen very often. The point is, I look forward to this one hour every week.
The one thing that can really make this one hour sour is listening to some mom on her mobile. This behavior really bothers me. There is such a thing as personal space. While this mom may not physically be inside my space, her voice is. It’s ringing in my ears. It’s loud. It’s obnoxious. It’s in my space.
Why have such disregard for current surroundings and conduct business or have personal conversations via mobile in such a public space? Isn’t the point of public space to share? Share space. Why has this space been taken over with mobile madness? Does a strange group of people need to hear a one-sided conversation about a personal problem? Why is public space becoming the place to conduct all personal matters?
I’ve overheard about break-ups, family members in financial straits, and the vow to swear off men and stick to reading books. The talkers: do they think we can’t hear them? Or is it they just don’t care? The mobile talkers that chat away while waiting in line…their turn comes up and they keep talking! This – is – rude. Someone is ready to take your order, there is a line of other customers waiting for their hot latte. Hang Up!
If you can’t shut your conversation off, stay outside or step aside. Please be kind and considerate and get out of our space. We don’t want to hear what you’re about to say.
What have you overheard lately?