My second born is the most stubborn person I have ever met. Perhaps I should say strong-willed. It has been a challenge to me. It is still a challenge. It purifies me daily. He is teaching me to let go of my unnecessary stubbornness. It’s magical and miraculous.
Cooking. I love to cook. I love the experience, the art of it. I grew up in a very rural setting but spent every weekend in the urban sprawl with my father. We ate Indian food and went to international food festivals where I tried hummus and falafel and I’m sure all other sorts of ethnic foods. When I went to college, there was a Lebanese restaurant that was amazing and then a Russian restaurant where I fell in love with borscht. When I was a baby and was beginning to talk, I was asked what I wanted for my birthday meal. I famously responded, “Shimp or hog jog (hog jowl, which we would eat every New Year for good luck, thus my exposure.)”
Then I met my husband. He talked me into trying a bite of Dorito, a bite of Snickers, and a swig of Mountain Dew. That was his version of fine cuisine. He loved sloppy joes because his grandmother had made them for him. So I found a recipe from Rachel Ray and made gourmet sloppy joes. I probably spent over $50 just buying all the ingredients. I was so excited to show him my labor of love, and he was obviously confused and dismayed. This is not what he was thinking. (I later discovered the secret recipe to perfect-to-him sloppy joes: ground beef, ketchup, mustard, brown sugar, cheap buns-lol!)
The point. As a young woman, I envisioned my future as a domestic goddess, making scrumptious creations from foods in their more elemental states, but instead, I have learned to accept and understand other people. A much more important purpose, I believe. 🙂
I resisted very hotly my second son’s love for soda, Doritos, candy, etc. He had cavities that required surgery and I was absolutely paranoid of people slipping him candy or him sneaking it. He seemed to have an insatiable desire for sugar. I began to think of him in this way.
Unschooling proponents such as Sandra Dodd have helped me to overcome this. Also the idea that “Love is patient. Love is kind.” One thing I know for sure is I looooove my kids. And I want them to know that and feel that.
Simple Serenity: Don’t meal plan; buy what they ask for. Yesterday, my kids asked for apples, strawberries, popsicles and juice. So that is what I bought.