By Jan from Woodgate
The Table. More specifically, the Kitchen Table. An oh-so-important hunk of furniture that resides in an Italian home’s most beloved room.
Our entire lives we’ve gathered at the The Table for virtually everything…numero uno of course being the breaking of bread and sharing of culinary feasts that make a family a family.
The Table has seen some serious action throughout its lifetime. From laughter to tears, from homework to bill paying, from fist pounding to boyfriend testing, that darn table could no doubt share more stories than most grandparents could even begin to recollect.
What’s on The Table is a game of chance—or sometimes just a game in itself. From Monopoly to Scrabble to Go Fish…ahhh, the memories just go on and on.
During those teen years filled with angst I remember disliking The Table because it was where, at the end of the day, all truths were told (by mom the rat fink to dad the punisher) and rarely turned out well for this rebel.
How The Table changes over the years! Our strictly grown-up table contains no crayons or stickers, just neat little piles of bills to be paid and of course, lots of food. Always the food. Again, we’re getting such delightful goodies from so many friends and family that this is one hell of a happy kitchen table these days.
And let’s face it, we can’t ignore the chairs cuz they hold dear the loved ones all around, sharing and caring, sometimes laughing and crying simultaniously. Why it’s a beautiful thing for sure.
So ya gotta know your Table. Feel your Table. Don’t ever, for one second, take that Table for granted because it has a ton of power that you don’t just recognize at a mere glance.
It’s the power of your family and the strength that can be gathered from everyone’s collective love and goodness (Okay, maybe that’s a bit of a stretch…we’re not all that good), but its brutal honesty cannot be denied.
And no, what’s said at The Table does NOT stay at The Table. It gets shared with EVERYone, like it or not. Crybabies are made fun of, bullies are stomped flat, but in the end The Table just keeps taking one for the team.
My Table’s got quite the diverse happenings on it now and frankly, so far it’s pretty darn steady.
Please folks, take a good long look at that Table of yours. I’m guessing it can handle way more than you probably think it can with a little help from those ya love the best!
Editor’s Note: Cards and well-wishes can be sent to: Jan Knudsen, P.O. Box 147, Woodgate, NY 13494.