Recently I’ve read some wonderful posts, scribbling notes to myself, hoping I’ll have time to publish links later. Maureen’s description of her family dinners was one I treasured. In this piece she tells what happens at Sundays in their home, and wonders what it will be like after her parents, Mike and Carol Gormley, are deported. Here are a few excerpts.
Every Sunday we have a special family dinner. It is something I have strived for ever since Eric and I first started our lives together. There have been very few Sundays that we have not had our special get-together, and I hope it will always be like that.
It’s never really about the food, but I have to admit – I adore the compliments. A nod or request for a second helping from my husband is his highest praise for something he likes. The most treasured (?) compliment so far from my eldest son, Timothy, a few years back: (While eating a stew) “Mom, if you ever know beforehand that you are going to die, could you please cook me a whole lot of food and put it in the freezer so that I will have it when you are not here?” I love putting a dish on the table and seeing eyes light up and hearing loud yes’s.
We always pray before we eat, sometimes everyone prays in turn, sometimes just one person and sometimes a few do and a few don’t. In the last few months, a lot of my younger two children’s prayers have been for my parents to be able to stay. After that, its free for all. While I don’t abide bad manners, we certainly are a lively bunch. Lots and lots of talking – loud talking and so many jokes. We’ve heard them all before, but somehow they are still funny again next week.
Hooray – Maureen’s next post revealed that her parents have been given an extension to stay through the summer!
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