I was sitting across the table from my gorgeous son, having lunch. To my left, sat my, just as gorgeous daughter, in her high chair, eating her lunch. I thought to myself, how did I get so lucky? As a stay at home mom there are times I find tough, there are times I find impossible, and there are these times when I am so lucky to have such ordinary moments like lunchtime with my kids that I can’t believe my luck.
I am a firm believer in eating as often as we can, together at the table. I cherish family table talk. When no cell phones are out, no iPads are allowed, and the home phone will just have to keep ringing until we are done.
Our meal times, are packed full of Buba entertaining us with his crazy phrases, and one liners. If you haven’t read about his journey in learning to speak, read this from last week. It had us all rolling on the floor. Meal times also full of Missy Moo, showering us with her new found abilities of blowing raspberries, and tossing her sippy cup over board.
Breakfast is peaceful and sweet because they both wake up full of smiles and energy. I am a morning person, so I love to wake up Missy Moo first, feed her, her milk then wake up Buba and all sit at the table together. I sip my coffee watching them both giggle their way through their weatabix, happy to see one another.
Lunch is usually a bit more frazzled. There are days one of them, doesn’t want to eat their lunch, and there are days when neither of them want to eat their lunch. The light at the end of the tunnel is nap-time, that blessed two hours where I try to jam in as many chores, a shower, food, and blogging as much as I possibly can.
Dinner is my favorite meal time, together as a family because Mr. P. almost always makes it home in time to sit down with us all. Having the four of us at the dinner table together is the biggest blessing of all. I know not everyone has this luxury and its something I never take for granted. I love to hear about his day and him asking about what the three of us have been up to. Buba gets so excited when he hears the front door open, his eyes light up and he shouts out, “Daddy’s, home.” Missy Moo can be seen in her high chair, kicking her legs franticly when he comes over to kiss her forehead and a smile spreads over her face.
These ordinary moments, may in fact be, oh so, ordinary, but they are moments I couldn’t live without. I hope my children look back and cherish that Daddy was always home for dinner. I hope they remember we were always sat at the table, listening and sharing our days together as a family.
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