I knew I needed to go grocery shopping when…

…my 10yo son came to me this afternoon, in all seriousness, and said, “Mom, I know we’re short on food, so I won’t ask for a snack.”  His self-sacrifice was very touching and gave me a bit of hope for his future.  It was funny, though, for a couple of reasons:

  • We actually had plenty of food — just not the kinds of food he likes (like eggs, applesauce, potato chips and lunchmeat).
  • I grew up dirt poor, and even when my mom’s cupboards were at their fullest, they surely had less in them than mine do at “empty.”

Grocery shopping tonight, I was reflecting on how the way I grew up has affected me as an adult;  I’m extremely thankful for all the many blessings I have received, and I’m careful to draw the line between Need and Want, careful not to let myself feel bereft when, say, my entertainment center could use replacing.  My hubby grew up very needy, as well, and it has affected his adulthood, too:  he vowed to take better financial care of his family than his dad did him.  His dad was itinerant in many ways;  Martin is the epitome of faithfulness.

I’m happy that my kids don’t have to go through the unstable feelings of not knowing for certain if there’s going to be enough on everyone’s plates, but it’s harder to impress the concept of thankfulness when there’s food (and most everything else) aplenty.


About Karen Joy

I'm a partially-homeschooling mother of six -- 3 boys ages 19, 17 and 15 years old, and three girls: 11, 8, and 3. I like birding, reading, writing, organic gardening, singing, playing guitar, hiking, the outdoors, and books. I very casually lead a very large group of homeschooling families in the Phoenix area. I have a dear hubby who designs homes for a local home builder and who is the worship pastor of our church. I live in the desert, which I used to hate, but now appreciate.

Posted on August 14, 2007, in Christian Living, Parenting, The Dear Hubby, The Kids. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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