tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515389695579796669.post1685008566614566190..comments2024-03-14T12:26:18.451+02:00Comments on The Campbell Clan Blog: My New KitchenSara Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00427650732649868574noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515389695579796669.post-49295242595229917562012-02-17T06:46:29.609+02:002012-02-17T06:46:29.609+02:00Absolutely the kitchen!! Yours looks very warm an...Absolutely the kitchen!! Yours looks very warm and cozy!! I think you need something Ukrainian up there!Tara G.https://www.blogger.com/profile/09199251979718649256noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515389695579796669.post-75951706640398200592012-02-17T03:22:27.802+02:002012-02-17T03:22:27.802+02:00Every woman reading this relates to your feelings ...Every woman reading this relates to your feelings about the kitchen. It is "our" room, isn't it? The room where our love for our family manifests itself in so many good things to eat. I certainly relate.<br /><br />I have to tell you something that you may or may not find humorous but will probably be shocked. Our "center hub" is the kitchen for breakfast, the kitchen for lunch, but come dinner/supper time, it is the living room floor.<br /><br />MANY years ago I set a pretty table, had supper ready when David came home and the whole nine yards. I was raised that way. One day David came to me and said, "I do not like to eat when I first come home. I am too wound up." He liked to unwind, go outside, stretch, move around, get into some kind of activity and then 7-ish or 8-ish was ready to eat supper. <br /><br />Believing that this was David's home also and not just mine and he was the man of the house who worked hard all day, I started feeding the kids a light meal when they came home from school and then 8-ish o'clock I would have dinner. We would lay a large quilt in the living room floor, get out the TV trays, bring David his supper plate, all prepared, meat cut, etc., his drink and so forth. The kids and I would fix our plates (David is always served first) and everyone would head to the living room, kids on the quilt, Mom in her chair, with our food and drink.<br /><br />Now, I know what convention will say about that and I used to feel guilty that my kids had grown up eating their supper in the floor, until a wise woman older than myself told me a similiar story (They ate supper in their parents bedroom because of the shifts their parents worked.) and pointed out to me what really mattered was we were together at mealtime.<br /><br />Other than sitting in the floor (uh hum), it is a traditional dinner time. No, we do not do that with company but we love Dad and he enjoys his dinner in front of the TV, so there you go. We have wonderful conversations and can't wait for supper each night. David has bragged many times on how we spoil him and told me more than once that dinner is the highlight of his day. (When he said he felt spoiled, I thought to myself, "Mission accomplished!") <br /><br />To this day, a 25 year old, a 21 year old, a 17 year old and a 16 year old gather in the floor on a quilt to eat dinner with their mom and dad. :)<br /><br />There's our unusual hub. :)<br /><br />Mel<br /><br />P. S. I skipped the part about the kids drinking from the same glass . . . I know. They do it by choice now but when they were little, I made them share glasses so not to waste their milk, juice, whatever. My youngest one still does not like his own glass but likes sharing with one of his sisters. :)<br /><br />Moral is be careful what you do with your kids when they are growing up! They learn more than you think and not always what you intended! :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515389695579796669.post-84128446841376457702012-02-16T22:35:52.014+02:002012-02-16T22:35:52.014+02:00It looks really good!!!!!It looks really good!!!!!Lauriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13902472960227365136noreply@blogger.com