It’s my pleasure to introduce you to this week’s guest blogger. Jan is a kindergarten teacher, mom to four boys, and wife to a fantastic bearded husband. She pretends to understand Pokemon and to enjoy playing Lego. Jan gets most of her exercise teaching gym to her kindergarten students and rushing between classes with her trusty coffee cup in hand. She is proficient at eating M&Ms in secret. She blogs at Tough Bananas, and you can follow her on twitter @moyermama.
Just Say the Grace Already
Our mealtimes have a certain level of hysteria to them, but we do make a point to gather together first to say our thanks to God. Sometimes we tag team with a son and a parent, sometimes we sing a pray together as a family, and often we nail down the one who has been the most demanding and insist that he leads us.
Frequently, the 4YO takes over, and if he’s stuck for new items, he just repeats the same short list:
“Thank you for our family, and for Jesus, and heaven, and Gramma and Granpa, and our family, and heaven.” If he’s feeling really inspired to continue, he just looks around the room and starts thanking God for the kettle, the TV clicker, the windows, until another brother shuts it down with a robust “A-MEN.”
Today we opted for a song. It involves raising your arms and posing like Superman. The boys like the change of pace and the fun side of praying this way. I began with gusto to sing “Thank you God for our friends,” when 6YO son squawks out, “I can see your armpit hair! Look guys, see how hairy she is!”
Even the toddler, who had squeezed his eyes totally shut and was focussed on getting to his grilled cheese, joined in with the chorus of small boys cackling at Mommy. Poor, well-intentioned, if not carefully groomed Mommy.
I chose to finish up the prayer song solo, now with extra vibrato, “ThaAAAank you GoooOOood, A-MEN.” And then calmly informed them:
And I’m quite sure He did. The follow up questions I wasn’t able to answer quite as confidently, but how do any of us know for certain if Jesus cut the cheese?
What dinner table traditions do you have now?
What were the dinner table rules you had as a child?