During the quarantine, I’ve enjoyed seeing some TV personalities broadcasting from their family tables with their kids in their laps! It has gotten me thinking….
”What stories would be told if our tables could talk?”
After 10 weeks of no haircut, I finally took “scissors” into my own hands and attempted to give myself a haircut. If it weren’t for my husband trimming the back for me, I would definitely be sporting a mullet! It reminded me of the time I hid under our dining table and cut my own bangs. Doesn't every kid do this?
For me, this table represents good memories, as well as some painful ones. Nightly dinners and holidays at this table were certainly a source of stabilization in my life. Sometimes however, this table was not only a hiding place for me when being mischievous, but also a place to hide from difficult moments. Like the night, only 3 months after this picture was taken, when we were in the middle of dinner and my father came home from the hospital, knelt down by the table, and told us that our mother had gone to heaven. I crawled under the table and cried.
In some ways my memories around this table similarly reflect what we are going through as a human race right now. While this corona virus is tragically taking lives away from some family dinner tables, at the same time it is bringing other families together around the table in ways they might have never imagined possible. Let’s make the best of what we are given. Let’s laugh, love, cry, talk, learn, grow, and pray. We never know when it may be our last time together around that table.
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