In the days before health food was chic, I did my very best to feed my children healthy food. This required a lot of extra work on my part, but it was my joy to provide for them.
“Mom, I’m thirsty. What can I have to drink?”
“Oh, there’s a drink machine in the kitchen. Why don’t you try it out?
“Where? I don’t see any drink machine.”
“It’s the shiny, silver thing at the kitchen sink.”
“Mom, that’s just the water faucet.”
My big thing, though, was fresh vegetables. We had broccoli, cauliflower, squash, celery, carrots, cucumbers and on and on. It seems like I was always preparing plastic bags of chopped, diced and sliced veggies for their school lunches.
Years later I was sharing with the children how much I appreciated the way they always listened to me and were respectful of the things I had to say. That’s when my older son told me the ugly truth.
“Mom, you were always in the kitchen, and you always had a knife in your hand. That’s why we showed you respect!”
“Listen, my son, to your father’s instruction and do not forsake your mother’s teaching.” — Proverbs 1:8