Thursday, January 8, 2009

Food For Thought

My kids refer to the times when I fed them Hamb.urger Hel.per and Manwich sloppy joes as "the good old days".

I call those the "broke old days".

In my mind, I was really struggling ... but to them we were doing alright.

Interesting.

6 comments:

Bballmom said...

Way to be a great mom! They never had a cluie to the difficulties.

Icey said...

Children's prospectives of struggle is oft completely different from ours!

LadyLee said...

We had lettuce or tomato sandwiches when I was little. Little did I know that there were times when we couldn't afford meat.

But I was happy then.

A lesson to be content and thankful just where you are. Things will always change for the better!

Blu Jewel said...

I recently remembered days where I used to scrape my money together to buy; literally a few large shrimp for lil lady and i so we could have a treat. Now, we can actually go to a restaurant and buy a complete shrimp dinner, but I do miss those days sometimes.

One things for sure though, is that I've never grown too proud and can truly appreciate those days and the humility of them.

Love to live; live to love!

Fabulous Financials said...

I remember having a similar conversation with my mom years ago. At the time, I didn't know we were dirt poor. In my sheltered little mind, I thought I had the best childhood...ever - with my highwater pants, no name brand sneakers, and PB&J sammiches for dinner.

My BabyGirl is the same way. She is completely unaware of our struggle.

Believer 1964 said...

Oh, don't get me started with memories of the "broke old days." I knew we didn't eat like other families with snacks and soda, but my mom was an awesome cook on a tight budget. I recently discovered that gift was passed on to me! ;)