Thursday, April 12, 2012
The Pleasure of their Company
Who are these delightful young people? What has become of our querulous, sloppy, picky children?
Conversationally, we were not exactly the Kennedys at the dinner table. The two older boys in particular were totally unforthcoming about their days at school. When asked, the stock reply was "nothing happened." Apparently, the fire that broke out in the cafeteria one lunchtime also qualified as "nothing" (I heard about it from the mother of a girl, of course). Rosie was a chatterbox, but also incredibly over-sensitive to anything resembling teasing (in addition to a knife and fork, she needed a box of tissues at her place). Often, our supper convos degenerated into warnings: "PJ, if you keep tipping that chair back you're going to...I TOLD you you would fall!" and fights over the dishes (somehow, though we had a chore list, it was never anyone's turn to do them).
But we got through the years when mealtime was a five-ring circus, and suddenly they've all come out the other side of childhood. Their company, in any combination--and I include their wonderful friends-- truly is a pleasure.