This kid ate my peaches! The perfect peaches I had just brought home from the farm stand. The peaches I had plans for. I was going to turn these peaches in to the perfect dessert. They were going to be grilled. Then drizzled with Honey Serrano Balsamic Vinegar. I was thinking about it all day. Then I found Ben with the peaches. Each with their perfection ruined by a tiny mouth sized bite mark. I asked him what happened and he almost happily replied, “These peaches are delicious! I didn’t want anyone else to eat them.” My first thought was, “I can’t even have PEACHES?? Really?? Not even PEACHES??” I quickly began to run through the mental list of all the things I can’t have with these boy island natives around. I can’t have a second to myself, I can’t have a room without toys, I can’t have chocolate hidden anywhere! Not anywhere. They can find it as fast as a drug sniffing dog tracks down a stash. I cannot have a plate of food to myself. Ever. Apparently the only way to make food appealing to my children is for me to make it for myself. I can’t have too many glass things. As Peter once said, “We just break stuff. We don’t even do anything and stuff just breaks!” Stuff just breaks?? Really! Glass tends to do that when hockey pucks hit it. And my car. I cannot have a clean car. It does not seem like to much to ask for people to take out of the car what they bring into the car. I mean really. It seems logical. They gladly carry in all kinds of treasures that they cannot live without. But they cannot carry them out. Oh and the car radio! I cannot be in charge of the car radio. Uninterrupted conversations. I haven’t had one in years. I have even tried to hide in the car to have one and they find me there! I hate to admit it but it is not the first time I have ranted in my head and my heart about all of the things “I Can’t Even Have”. In the midst of the onslaught of silent complaints Ben says, “Can you and me eat the peaches on the porch Mom? You won’t mind my germs because you are my mom.” Immediately the landslide of injustice that had been pouring from my mind into my heart is stopped. “Yes Ben. We can eat the peaches on the porch. And let’s get the brothers . We can cut around the bite marks for them.”
As we sat and talked and shared the imperfect peaches I thought of how everything is better when it is shared. So many times I want to keep something for myself. It has been my money, my time, my personal space, and even my peaches. But all of the above are so much more enjoyable for me when I accept the invitation to share with other people. I have never not had enough when I have given something that I considered keeping for myself. And the peaches turned out to be better paired with the September breeze and the raucous laughter than with the fancy vinegar.
” Each of you should give what you have decided in your heart to give, not reluctantly or under compulsion, for God loves a cheerful giver. And God is ableto bless you abundantly, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need,you will abound in every good work.” 2 Corinthians 9:7-8