“Being a better daughter”. What does that mean? I’m not saying I’m a BAD daughter. Everyone could devote a liitle time to being a better child for their parents so that was my focus this week.
My parents have been waiting for a dinner invitation for years. They have come right out and said they’d like one. Oh sure they’ve been over for Christmas or Thanksgiving but never just a dinner. We finally invited them over. It did not go as planned. My mom was watching the kids all day. My husband was home late and even got stuck in traffic. I worked an hour past the end of my shift because it was too busy to leave.
Luckily I had shopped on my lunch break for dinner ingredients. All of the items in my basket were either zero-waste (veggies and fruit), recyclable (a paper bag, the plastic and metal from a whole chicken and a foil wrapper from a brick of butter) or (in the case of an elastic around my broccoli) reusable. I did bring one bag to the store and ended up having to take a second for the chicken.
My plan to roast a chicken was foiled by lack of time. Dinner needed to be on the table before the kids had to be in bed (by 7pm) and time was ticking. I ended up recruiting my parents to help transform the meal from a roast to Shake n’ Bake. They didn’t seem to mind but I felt a little sad that they only got a simple meal from us and that they had to help.
“Being a better daughter” is hard to do. Further efforts will have to be made. For every thing that they do for us and our children we are very grateful.