Touch of Spice

It's not always about the food

It wasn't the first time I found the girls huddled by the door, eating the snow that fell off my shoes and pantlegs. It wasn't the first time that I shook my head in wonder.

Snow ranks right up there in their top 10 things to eat. That, I understand. I remember huddling with my great-grandmother around a pot full of lightly salted snow with a spoon in my hand.

I don't remember eating the darn stuff off the floor!

But, being the quick thinker I am, I turned it to my advantage.

Hoping to get a few more minutes of sleep, I got out of bed, took down a bowl and filled it with snow. I gave the girls the bowl and two spoons and went back to bed.

Who could've guessed that would backfire?

About two minutes later both girls were at the bedside holding a dripping bowl and saying "want more."

I spent the rest of the morning getting them refills and sopping up the wet spots on the carpet.

When I offered toast, cereal, eggs -- even French toast -- they shot me down. It was snow for breakfast that day.

Luckily I did talk them into a multivitamin.

Children will mess up the best-laid meal plans in a variety of ways.

Thanksgiving is just another one of those meals.

Katie said "no" (and she said it violently) to all offers of turkey, ham or mashed potatoes. She wouldn't even try a heavenly concoction of mashed potatoes, cream cheese and cheddar cheese that I thought she'd devour.

Instead of eating, she spent the entire meal kicking her shoe off and then crying when it hit the floor. She told my uncle to go stand in the corner and every time one guest started talking, she'd put one finger to her mouth and say "be quiet."

I don't think she understands the concept of Thanksgiving.

As soon as we got home she raided a bag of chips.

And that was her Thanksgiving meal.

Nikki, on the other hand, ate with vigor. Even after that meal, she still ran ahead of the vacuum, throwing pieces of crackers onto her bed. When she'd accumulated a sufficient pile in the time allotted, she jumped on and ate the day-old things.

Not really the traditional idea of leftovers.

It's their quirks and individual ways that make me love them and put them right at the top of the list of things I'm grateful for. Children certainly change your life in ways you couldn't even imagine, but at the end of the day, whey you're tucking them into bed and administering good night kisses, all the wonderful things they do creep into your mind to block out the memories of the times you want to clobber them.

The way the mind works is a wonderful benefit to parenthood. I, too, am grateful for that.

Christina M. Currie can be reached at 824-7031, Ext. 210 or by e-mail at 824-7031, Ext. 210.

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