I must say that cooking dinner in my house has become an adventure. What should I cook? Who will eat what? The hell with them all, they can eat what I cook or they don't eat! Having more than one child, you have to face the fact that dinner time will never be the same. Once your second born arrives, it's all down hill. There will be an argument over what is for dinner. "I don't like that" "I love that" no one ever agrees! So, I opt for old school, you eat what I cook or you don't eat!
Why is it that today, our children feel that the kitchen is a restaurant? Anything you wish for the asking? I don't remember things being that way when I was growing up. It was, "gee great creamed chipped beef over toast again" one of my father's favourites and to this day, I don't think I have touched it since my parents split. But you ate it. You ate it or you went hungry, plain and simple. There was never an argument about it, other than the low groan after hearing that it was to be liver for dinner. (Why did our mother's make liver? no one ever liked it!) Again, as I have said many times before, it's a generation thing. The kids in this generation do not appreciate anything. You try to teach them that they are lucky all the while they are looking at you like you are just a talking head. There to take care of every need and want and the hell with your life, money, and time.
It's a wonder why it is we have overweight children who can hardly express a thought do to the fact that their brains have turned to a dripping goo at all the 24 hour television that is pumped into the tube. Remember when Saturday's were the only day a week that you could watch cartoons? I remember being so excited every Saturday, ready, with cereal bowl in hand and seeing what Scooby was up to this week. Then noon hit and outside you went for the entire day. Only returning for dinner..a dinner that you ate, no matter what it was.
We had our treats, but they were few and far between in our house. Having seven kids to feed wasn't cheap, but once in a great while there would be a wonderful surprise and we were all thankful for those. Sometimes on Friday nights we would get to order pizza and have a coke with it too..that was a big treat! Now it's so available to every child, there are no true surprises for kids these days is there? I know that a coke seems silly to some of you, but for me it was a miracle. Of course there were our crab leg feast that our family had once in a great while. All of us huddled around a table far too small for all of us to fit, but it is a wonderful memory for me. All of us, breaking and cracking those legs apart and then a mound of empty crab shells everywhere. As far as the eye could see. Belly's full and happy and laughter of family. Crab Legs have never tasted so good as they did then, and they never will.
So, in closing, I suppose my point is this, let's get our kids to appreciate what they have, if everything is given easily, then how do they know when something is special???.....goodnight gracie