On Saturday, after A.R's guitar lessons, we dropped by my parents' house for lunch. My mom loves to cook especially for her grandchildren, and they, in turn, love her cooking! Every time, we come to visit I'm amazed how much food is on the table, and I'd ask, "What's the occasion?" She would laugh, and say that she's just happy to see us. During our feast, J.P thanks Grandma for the meal, and squeals out "mmm" every time he puts a spoonful of food in his mouth. How come I don't get the same reaction when I make lunch? And why do I feel like I don't feed my kids enough?!
The boys get spoiled when they visit their Grandma and Grandpa. They get more juice, cookies, pudding and whatever goodies their hearts desires. Even get to play on the computer longer. No wonder they don't want to leave. They never had it so good! How come my parents never treated my brother and I this way?
When it's time to go home, my mom would pack leftovers for us. My husband says I don't have to cook the next day. I smile - he knows me all too well. I have prepared many of my mom's specialties but the truth is, it just doesn't compare. I miss her cooking. To me, it feels like home. One day, I hope my boys will feel the same way about me. But for now, it's "When are we going to visit Grandma and Grandpa again?"