Saturday, January 28, 2017
I've been thinking about how my family showed me love growing up. Turns out that like many families, love was shown with food...and not only the healthy kind!
Any big event happen, we would party with things like my mom's famous Tater Tot Casserole, followed by a big slice of chocolate cake...with ice cream!! Get good grades on your report card? That meant we had to order pizza with Italian sausage and layers of cheese.
This is how my family STILL shows their love for each other and we have many wonderful memories gathered around such fare...it's a good thing though that I now live far from some of this.
I didn't know what many fresh fruits and veggies tasted like until I moved thousands of miles away from my Midwestern roots. I couldn't pick out an avocado that was ripe if my life depended on it! Mangos were a mystery as well. But I was willing to try out these exotic new items.
Over the decades I have been living in California I have learned what fresh, healthy eating can taste like and how energizing it can be for me. I am lucky to have been able to move to an area where there is a bounty of healthful foods and plenty of people who know exactly what to do with it.
In spite of this, when the world gets me down, I go back to the familiar feel of comfort foods from my family. For even though I live in a place with all of this good food, I have been living without family except for my own children...and one of them is very ill.
My daughter has lived far longer than doctors expected, but she is going through some very painful times right now and there is nothing I can do about it. She suffers so every day. She needs me though and I am trying to be a rock, ha, ha!
So, at this point in time, I am trying to give myself love by treating my body more kindly. I am trying to focus on taking care of myself so I can be there for my daughter too.
I just needed to write this down.