Frozen bread and pimento cheese. I LOATHE it. Want to save money on bread? Buy it ALL when it is on sale…. then freeze it! Want to make lunch easy for the little ones? Buy a gallon of pimento cheese…. slap it on bread… and call it a day.
To this day…. pimento cheese makes my whole body go into shock. I don’t want to smell it. I don’t want to see it. And I sure as heck don’t want to eat it.
Don’t even get me started on frozen bread. Just think of the moment you are craving a sandwich just to find out the bread is FROZEN. So not only do you have to wait for it to unthaw, but now you have slightly soggy bread. This was my childhood. Full of soggy, pimento cheese sandwiches.
I remember the days (or day) when my mom actually had a couple of dollars to buy us a Kid Cuisine (remember those… the perfect combo: meat, vegetable, and dessert). A Kid Cuisine was luxury to us as kids. We would stare at them in the grocery store freezer hoping that MAYBE just maybe mom had the money to purchase us a “luxury” meal. Yea slim to never.
Packing our lunches to school consisted of us ransacking our kitchen trying to find a couple of plain lay’s to half fill our ziplock bags. We didn’t get lunchables or those perfect mini chip bags I always saw the other kids bring. We got soggy bread, chip crumbs, and some stale oreos if we were lucky.
It was all my mom could do. She was a single mom, teacher (we all know they get practically pennies) , and a woman with thousands of student loan debt. She did her best and her best was more than good enough. Thinking about my childhood… I’ve realized the less we had the more I appreciate today.
She didn’t have to buy us pizza lunchables or Hi-Cs. We just needed food to survive. We needed her to be there. For her to listen when we spoke. We needed her to hug us when the kids at school verbally attacked us. We just needed her. And that’s what she gave us. SHE was enough.
As a mom, I want to give my kids the whole world. I want to buy them the best snacks…. the best clothes… and give them everything their little hearts desire. But what does that do to them as people? Will they notice it as a blessing or will they be the privileged spoiled kid at school?
Our kids need to hear the word “no”. They need to hear “it costs to much”. They need to eat leftovers and not the best of the best snacks when they demand it. They need to grow up in a home that opens their eyes to the world. The hairy, deodorant less, armpit of the world. The world that won’t always say yes or offer them a steak when all that’s on the menu is a soggy sandwich with pimento cheese. They need to be reminded that some people would give their life for their stale cookies.
I’ve realized the more we get… the more we want. Materials and things of this world will never fill our hearts. It will only satisfy us for a very temporary moment which causes us to buy excessively. God is the only one who has the ability to fill out hearts and make us feel whole.
Of course I won’t say no all the time, but when I do…. I pray I don’t feel guilt. I pray I focus on the outcome, and the kids I am sculpting. I pray I give them enough love through my words and actions to override the materials. That one day they will look back and realize our love for them was enough. Because they will eventually get over the no’s and “the soggy pimento cheese sandwiches”, but a heart takes a little longer to change.
Matthew 6:19-21 – “Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.
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