Saturday, March 5, 2011
The Grocery Store? Really?
I have a confession, one that some may find surprising, if not a bit disturbing. Ready?
I love going to the grocery store. There. I've said it!
I think my love for the grocery store is rooted in two places. First, it is tied in to caring for my family. I come from a family where food=love. Not great for the waistline, I know, but so many of my best family memories are tied to meals. Now I am bringing that sense of comfort and love to my own children, teaching them to eat healthy foods and have fun in the kitchen. The second reason I love going grocery shopping is that I am often by myself or with just one of my daughters. As a teacher and mom, I am rarely alone with time to think about all of the stuff that makes up my life. Going grocery shopping gives me an hour or two to be alone, to think and plan and, yes, even dream, if you can believe it. When my daughter Abby goes with me on my Saturday morning excursions, we have time to talk about what's going on in her busy six year old life or practice her reading skills as she tracks our progress on the grocery list. She often rides on the cart, right in front of me, so the entire trip through the grocery store is like a giant hug for her. I can lean down and kiss the top of her head and think of how lucky I am. What could be better?