Sunday, March 28, 2010
99 Pounds
My three daughters collectively weight 99 pounds. Not only are they young, they are scrawny.
I have a good friend who has three boys, all in high school, all in sports. We laughingly compare our children’s eating habits.
My daughters can share a Red Robin mac and cheese dinner and be full. Her sons order two McDonalds meals a piece and are still hungry. It takes a week for us to go through a loaf of bread and gallon of milk. She goes through two a day. My kids eat ham by the thin slices, she buys whole cows and pigs for her sub-freezer.
Last week, the discrepancy of my situation, compared to others, really hit home as I ran into Rebekah’s former kindergarten teacher.
Rebekah’s teacher is known all over our area as the woman who has adopted 26 kids.
I ducked into the store to buy a fast dinner on a Friday night. As I was standing in the express line with my medium sized container of honey chicken (which would be enough to feed all four of us – Dave being gone), I looked over and there was Mrs. Hehn and her husband, with a shopping cart full to the brim with food.
“This is dinner for tonight!” she said to me.
I didn’t have the heart to hold up my container of Chinese food and tell her the same.
I have a good friend who has three boys, all in high school, all in sports. We laughingly compare our children’s eating habits.
My daughters can share a Red Robin mac and cheese dinner and be full. Her sons order two McDonalds meals a piece and are still hungry. It takes a week for us to go through a loaf of bread and gallon of milk. She goes through two a day. My kids eat ham by the thin slices, she buys whole cows and pigs for her sub-freezer.
Last week, the discrepancy of my situation, compared to others, really hit home as I ran into Rebekah’s former kindergarten teacher.
Rebekah’s teacher is known all over our area as the woman who has adopted 26 kids.
I ducked into the store to buy a fast dinner on a Friday night. As I was standing in the express line with my medium sized container of honey chicken (which would be enough to feed all four of us – Dave being gone), I looked over and there was Mrs. Hehn and her husband, with a shopping cart full to the brim with food.
“This is dinner for tonight!” she said to me.
I didn’t have the heart to hold up my container of Chinese food and tell her the same.
