Share Some Suppa'

When Brody was just a wee boy - maybe around a year and a half. He would shuffle himself into the kitchen and shout out to us "share some suppa". It was hilarious for many reasons, mostly because he had this little Boston-like accent when he was first learning to talk and also because he always said this to us in the morning. Every meal was suppa' regardless of the time of day.

I was thinking about how our meal times have changed since Ryan and I were footloose and fancy free newlyweds (all 2 minutes of it before we had Brody)!  I would spend leisurely hours after getting home from work to prepare dinner. I would put on good music and enjoy a glass of wine while I chopped and sauteed and paid careful attention to each task. We would sit for at least an hour enjoying our food and each other's company. We would each take turns talking about our day. And finally, we would clean up together, laughing and talking over doing the dishes and clearing the counter.

My oh my how times have changed. 5:00pm - 7:30pm is absolute chaos in our house most nights. There is no time for sipping wine (and lord knows this Mama needs some more than ever). Actually, most nights there is no time for both of us to sit down. We sacrifice talking about our days in order to hear about Brody's day - which is honestly more interesting than anything Ryan or I have to share. Two dinners are usually thrown together - one for Brody and one for us...usually at different times because Jameson needs to be rocked or fed or paid attention to in the evenings or he squacks angrily at us.

One night earlier in the week, however, we did manage to all eat the same thing at the same time and Jameson had taken a late nap and was actually enjoying sitting with us.  And it was blissful. And it gave me hope that someday, I will be able to come home from work and pay careful attention to making dinner while the boys play together or do their homework or wrestle or do whatever it is that boys do (I'm still trying to figure that out), and I will sip my wine and we will spend at least an hour enjoying our food and taking turns talking about our day. And instead of spending this time with one man of my dreams, I'll get to spend it with three! How lucky and I? I know those dinners are a while away, but knowing that they are there in the future for me to enjoy is enough right now. Until then, I'll "share some suppa'" with these little men of mine and be grateful.