D and I both come from religious families. Rather, religious histories. Growing up, we both spent time in church. Our mothers passed down beliefs and commitments to us, to our sisters. We both carry that foundation and have been formed by it. The bedrock doesn’t shift, but in practice we are practical and for us that means we’ve prioritized our beliefs in a way that works for us individually.
Man, I miss grace.
All those times I squeezed my dad’s hand and shared a wink while my grandmother said grace before supper seem at odds with the way I felt over Thanksgiving when we unceremoniously dug into turkey and cranberries. Whatever grace means to D, whatever grace means to everyone else, for me it’s about family and uniting in thankfulness to her and to my daughter for happiness and fortune. It’s about blessing the food. We talked about it on our way home and growing up thankful (for whatever it is) is part of growing up gracious and whole, something we want for RR.
I don’t have a finishing thought on this, but I’m sure there will be more . Those of you who do bless food (in any way, connected to religion or not), do you do it when you sit down with your child? When did you start?