I’ve become my grandmother

As the mother of adult children recently I have found that most of the time I am in some form of cooking and feeding the older kids .

With the exception of my eldest daughter, I usually only have the kids around ( because they so busy living their own lives) when food is involved.

Birthdays and other family gatherings are traditionally, held at our home on the Sunday preceding the occasion and I go all out to feed everyone.

From lunches to cakes. Coffees, wines and elaborate settings to celebrate the occasion.

If the boys, especially, pop in at other times, I’ll offer them breakfast or lunch or supper. (I’m convinced that if I saw more of them it would reduce the need for me to view them as skinny orphans who haven’t seen food since the great depression.)

If I know they had a hard week I’ll send them supper invites or if they struggling financially during the week I’ll pack take aways of some sort. Even going as far as to pack Byron a lunch each morning that Dylan had to take to work with him to give to his brother.

Just to clarify, Byron was not starving. He could have made his own lunch and he does not live in my home. I made his lunch in case he didn’t have time in the morning . Ridiculous …I know !

I will often also send them home with a bag of food, extra potatoes or some biscuits I don’t want ( interpreted thought you needed) and today was no exception.

Shaun came to see us and my feeder meter sounded some type of maternal alert. He was hardly in the door and I was offering him lunch and coffee.

There were those questions about what he had eaten and what was for supper. Eventually, before he left, I popped the ingriedience for a healthy meal into a packet for him , after all I am Not sure how many veggies he is eating.

A little later I got a message to say Byron is going away for the weekend and needs a cooler box to borrow. Of course that wasn’t enough information for me.

What was he eating over the weekend? His answer was he wasn’t sure yet and so I filled it with easy food and fruit to tide him over for the weekend. I also included a tin opener, plate , cutlery, container, flask, colddrink and dishcloth…You never know if he needs it.

Hamish was niggly so I made him an early supper of chips and cut up some meat squares and cheese because I know he likes those.

Ronan came home in a mood as he had a bad day so I fried him up some potatoes crisps because I knew he would relax after eating them . It didn’t take long and Mr Hangry was having a snow dough ball fight with me and everyone was giggling in the kitchen.

Much later as Hamish slept and our house quietened down for bedtime, I popped downstairs and spoilt Kerri and her friend with a sweet treat before bed. I then put out the ingredients to make Dylan some scones so he can picnic with Aurora for her birthday tomorow.

It was only a few minutes ago, as i sat on the loo planning the items to go into the cooler box for all of us to go watch The little optimist tomorow night, that I realised….

…. I’ve become my grandmother.

My grandmother fed everyone !

Those who knew my grandmother know that she was one remarkable women and as my role model for years I don’t mind possessing any of her wonderful qualities …

But …

I always thought it odd that she offered us food as if we never ate or had no food of our own.

I always wondered why she needed to feed us all the time and how she managed to roast chickens at midnight and whip up 4 dozen cupcakes in an hour.

Now I know …

It was with love!

As mothers it’s our maternal nature to nurture and comfort our families. We take pride and delight in caring for them and this includes feeding them.