We had such a kitchen table, and let me tell you I did a whole lot of growing up there myself. It was not only the domain of family meals, but the realm of homework doing, Christmas card addressing & gift wrapping, lecture telling, socializing, discipline meting, or play.
I can't think of my parents without three vivid images coming into focus:
- Their kneeling in prayer beside their bed each night to pray
- Their snuggling on Saturday nights to watch Lawrence Welk & eat popcorn
- Their Sunday morning coffee sipping/paper reading at the kitchen table
Truly then, my sisters and I grew up at that kitchen table; and the credentials we accrued from that growing have served us long & well over the years. No lesson learned in school, or at play, on through work has ever equaled what was wrought in our home.
What a good day it is to be grateful for that unique classroom; and to thank God for such smart, devoted tutors in my life!