What a terrible thought my intelligent young ladies someday pregnant and barefoot cooking Sunday dinner for their family, with a smile on their face. I don't know maybe that beats chasing some ladies husband for happiness and a sense of self?
One of the main reasons I do this on Sunday is that maybe my girls will take one day out of their busy week as mother's someday to notice how lucky they are, and pass it on to their family in their bare feet, and flour covered face. I don't see it having anything to do with government handouts, or equal rights. Nothing trumps a sweet proud woman barefoot, pregnant and cooking anyways. Its not rocket science........ simple things that really mean something to the soul usually aren't.
2 comments:
Mugs what an awesome picture. It's like all the chaos in the world is undone with a bit of gnocci. And isn't that how it was? How often did Grandma's baking mend a really bad day?
By pressuring all the women to be corporate execs the bottom line was crowned queen, making things like love and sacrifice pointless.
All is not lost though, you're showing that here.
Hey Leslie, your right. You know what I remember most about traditional Grandma's ? The smile they had watching their grandson's eat a couple helpings of their dinner, they cooked with a purpose.We had so much peaceful time when we where kids,it seemed to just come naturally.
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