Hold the … and … and …
Chris’s parents are visiting us for the holidays.
His mom is on a restricted diet — no gluten, no dairy, no eggs, no soy, and, worst of all, no chocolate. I can make enough food that we can all eat well for a few weeks. I’m sure I’ll lose weight.
Here’s what I’m thinking about.
How much do we all take for granted, being healthy. Being able to eat cheese, or bread, or (best of all!) cheese melted on bread. Fondue, the cheese kind and the chocolate kind. Of course I am happy to accommodate her dietary restrictions. I remember being intolerant to all kinds of foods when I was on chemotherapy or, worse, pregnant.
The thing that’s killing me is how much she appreciates it. From my point of view, of COURSE I will bend over backwards to meet her food needs. From her point of view, it’s a huge deal.
I think it’s a generational change in how we treat people with differences.