My son has been going through a phase. So far, his life has been full of phases and I'm sure that the rest of his life will be as well. Thankfully, just as I begin to think, "I cannot deal with this phase anymore!", it passes and we're on to something new.
For sometime, we were dealing with the issue of him sitting down to the dinner table and immediately declaring his hatred for what I had cooked. Things like "Ew, this is gross" "I hate this stuff" and "Oh man, I really wanted mac and cheese tonight" were characteristic of our times around the dinner table.
Now, I have the full capacity to understand that he is 5. But, for some strange reason, every now and then, those comments really bother me. I mean, come on, I get up early do laundry around here, work all day, come through the door, drop my bags, and literally go straight to the fridge to start dinner. I make a concerted effort to see that, in spite of our busy schedules, we eat a decent dinner and we eat it together. The last thing I want is for someone to take one look at it and proclaim it to be gross.
Thankfully, I think we're passing through this phase. There have even been a few times lately where I've heard, "Mom, this is good!". Alrighty, that's more like it!
But God has a way of keeping us humble. A few nights ago, I was cooking. My son was setting the table (he's starting to come in handy...I can't wait until he's tall enough to reach the knobs on the washer and dryer), and my husband was outside working.
I called my husband in for dinner a he (yes, the pastor) came through the front door, made a face I rarely see, and asked, "What in the world is that disgusting smell?"
My son said, "Daddy should be nicer about your dinners."
"It's okay", I told him. "It's just a phase."