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The Food Mom
Feeds Us
By Vickey Pahnke Taylor
When I was growing up, we had different set meals for certain days.
Every Thursday was spaghetti day. Apparently that one was the one
I liked most, because I can’t remember what the other days’
menu offered ? except that on Sundays we usually had a yummy pot
roast with all the trimmings.
Only after I grew up and had a family of my own did I realize how
tough it may have been for my mother to come up with good meals
every night when I was a little girl. The budget back in those days
must have been really tight. Knowing my mom, she probably worried
over how to pull it off.
I never heard a word of complaint,
though, from either of my parents. We always had food to eat, and
we always sat down together as a family. We always offered prayers
of thanks and we always talked together during the “dinner
hour.”
Many homes today have never observed a dinner hour. Our schedules
are so busy, with parents and children going in different directions
at different times, with events and jobs and so many things going
on in the world, that “dinner hour” has become more
of a fast food drive-through experience at times!
I have realized that the plate of food sitting before me ? although
nutritious and good (well, I remember some unpleasant moments when
I had to “at least try” some strange vegetable that
looked scary to me) ? was only part of the sustenance offered. The
finer nourishment, perhaps, came from the things Mom and Dad taught
as we sat together and visited.
As I look back, it is clear that much of the food my mother fed
me had little to do with what I put in my mouth. It was more about
the words spoken that went into my brain and into my heart. I wrote
a poem not long ago about this very thing. This is how it goes:
The Food Mother Fed Me
Eat your veggies!
You won’t leave
The table
Until you’ve
Finished your peas.
This is how we
Tuck the corners in,
And make a bed-
See?
Have you brushed
Your teeth?
Make sure and get in-between.
It is a privilege to read.
It takes you on
Imaginary journeys.
Isn’t nature wonderful?
Take in the view and breathe!
Offer prayers.
It’s best if you are
On your knees.
And bow your head,
Please.
Oh, the food
Mother
Fed to me.
Vickey Pahnke Taylor, 2007*
Mom has been gone almost eight years
now, and how I miss the “food” she continued to feed
me through the years! Her wisdom and common sense were worth listening
to, and thinking about. The words were lovingly offered and meant
to feed the spirit.
Perhaps your own mom is such a teacher. Maybe she is not. Regardless,
there are folks in our lives who have made a difference. When we
sit and ponder, we may reflect on the gems of wisdom and loving
nourishment they offered. There is a good chance we failed to recognize
? when it was offered ? the goodness of the “food.”
So many times, Mom, and Dad, quietly offered a little lesson here,
or a small gesture there, that taught ? by word and by example ?
those things that “persuadeth to do good.” (See 2 Nephi,
33:4.)
Have you thanked your mom lately for the “food she feeds you”?
Or any other of the good people who have taught lessons that made
a positive difference? Even those (at the time, perhaps) annoying
little off-the-cuff remarks come around full circle, and help us.
We think back, shake our head, and smile at the wisdom placed on
our plates. It is ours to take in and chew on ? ours to grow from.
In a fast food, microwave, pre-cooked world, the food that matters
most may not come in a settled, orderly daily dinner hour. But it
comes, nevertheless. Let’s make sure to gobble up the good
food mom feeds us!
* This poem is from the book Apron Strings: Tender Ties
between Mothers and Daughters, which is coming soon from Meridian
Books.
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Vickey is a
songwriter/producer, vocalist, and professional speaker, and has
performed and/or taught in numerous venues. Her compositions include
the theme songs for the Special Olympics program (state by state
selection), the Make A Wish Foundation, the Especially For Youth
program of the Church, and the Families In Focus program. She is
a Billboard award winning songwriter, with hundreds of songs to
her credit.
She has enjoyed
participation in the Church Education System’s youth and family
programs for almost two decades, having taught for Know Your Religion,
Campus Education Week at BYU-Provo, BYU-Hawaii, and BYU- Idaho,
Especially for Youth, Best of Especially for Youth, and BYU Conferences
and Workshops.
Studying musical
theater at BYU, she has used that learning experience in the music
field as a way of enhancing the teaching of correct principles.
Her latest gospel works include the collaborative projects "Women
at the Well" with Kenneth Cope and "My Beloved Christ"
with Randy Kartchner. Vickey has contributed to numerous EFY albums
over the years and as a chapter contributor for many yearly EFY
books; and as contributor the best selling LDS compilation, Sunshine
for the Latter Day Saint Teenage Soul. She authored the book K.I.S.S.:
Gospel Guidelines for Better Relationships for Bookcraft Publishing
Company. For two years she was editor and columnist for "Gems
for Youth" on the web at LDSWorld.com, formerly the Church’s
electronic arm.
Vickey’s
performance/teaching experience includes venues from participation
with a nationally touring Repertory Theater Company to Symphony
Halls to corporate conventions throughout the U.S. She has been
commissioned to write scripts for the Faith & Values Channel;
and created and directed the Bi-Centennial celebration for the Hampton
Roads, Virginia area.
She holds a
masters degree in interpersonal communications and currently resides
in Salt Lake City, Utah. She is married to Dean Taylor and together
they have eight children and two grandchildren. |
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