Remember those days when you sat at the kitchen table before you ate that delicious meal that your mother prepared everyone said a prayer together?
By Norma Peterson
Posted Sept. 14, 2012
Remember those days when you sat at the kitchen table before you ate that delicious meal that your mother prepared everyone said a prayer together? I’ve noticed lately that most people forget to pray. They just dive right into the food as it seems they haven’t eaten in a week. Even I am at fault. I think about how hungry I am instead of remembering who was responsible for the food.
Table manners have been a big part of our lives. Barry made sure a prayer was said before each meal, feet were planted on the floor and no slouching at the table. It took me quite a while to plant my feet on the floor. I was used to sitting on one foot and the other one was my leaning post, and as far as the slouching goes, I still do that to this day. You can’t train an old dog all the way.
When I think back I remember our granddaughter Morgan who used to wipe her mouth on her sleeve while she was eating. I informed her that ladies don’t do that as they are supposed to dap their mouth with their napkin. Now when she comes to our place, she always has a napkin, and with a funny look on her face and looking straight at me, she dabs her mouth.
Then I think of our grandson little Jacob who informed his mother that girls don’t fart, they pass gas that’s what Grandma told him and Grandmas know everything. He also said this last spring when I asked him to help plant flowers that boys don’t plant flowers, only girls do that. I asked him where he learned that he told me his dad told him. And since his dad lives with us four days a week, I had to have a talk with him.
When I think of manners I’m not on the top of the list. I try but I have a habit of when I’m eating the food it doesn’t hit my mouth all the times, it has a habit of dribbling down the front of my shirt. I know you would think with my big mouth I wouldn’t have a problem, but actually my mouth is pretty small. Hamburgers with onion and tomato are my downfall. The burger has a tendency to slide all over with the ketchup and mayonnaise and I end up eating the burger with a fork. When I make spaghetti our daughter Michelle and myself take a dishtowel and use it for a bib because we just couldn’t seem to get the spaghetti into our mouths without making a mess. Memories are wonderful.
Why God make mothers by a second grade class.
1. She’s the only one who knows where the scotch tape is.
2. Mostly to clean the house..
3. To help us out of there when we were getting born.
How did God
1. He used dirt, just like for the rest of us.
2. Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring.
3. God made my mom just the same like he made me. He just used bigger parts.
What ingredients are
mothers made of?
1. God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice in the world and one dab of mean.
2. They had to get their start from men’s bones. Then they mostly use string, I think.
Why did God give you
your mother and not
some other mom?
1. We’re related.
2. God knew she likes me a lot more than other people’s mom like me.
What kind of a little girl was your mom?
1. My mom has always been my mom and none of that other stuff.
2. I don’t know because I wasn’t there, but my guess would be pretty bossy.
3. They say she used to be nice.
What’s the difference between moms and dads?
1.. Moms work at work and work at home and dads just go to work at work.
2. Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them..
3. Dads are taller and stronger, but moms have all the real power ’cause that’s who you got to ask if you want to sleep over at your friends.
4. Moms have magic, they make you feel better without medicine.
If you could change one thing about your mom, what would it be?
1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I’d get rid of that.
2. I’d make my mom smarter. Then she would know it was my sister who did it not me.
3. I would like for her to get rid of those invisible eyes on the back of her head.