From Christina, our Director of Sales
My mom was 17 when she got married and 18 when she started having babies. Entertaining and making swoon-worthy, pinnable meals was not on the agenda. It was not even in the budget. She was still a child herself. But, she was a practical child.
Dinner was simple but it always happened around the table. My sisters and I were not just called down to dinner when it was ready, we had to earn our spot at the table by helping to set the places, behave throughout dinner and then clear and clean the dishes. By the time I was 4, I could load a dishwasher. My mother was, and still is, a no-nonsense woman. She is the original DIY'er. I don't mean the craft glue and chalk paint doer. I mean the learn to do it yourself doer. My mother brought home the bacon and she taught us to fry it up in the pan.
As spartan a childhood my mother, my sisters and I had, I recall our meals around the table to be the best of times. It was when she could stop having to be the grown up in the room and we would talk about our day, laugh and fill our tummies.
I am about to become a mother myself. I am entering this new phase of my life with all the advantages my mother did not. She has had a good laugh over some of the baby gear my husband and I have been hoarding in preparation. "You are spending $200 on a piece of cloth to tie your baby to your back? That is why you have two arms. I could make an entire dinner with one arm and a baby on my hip." And, while she wears her walk barefoot through the snow uphill both ways stories like a badge of honor, I am still absolutely in awe of her. I have no idea how she managed it all at so young an age.
What I do know is that I know how I will manage. It is the gift she gave me. DIY. And I will pass it down to my child as I teach her to pass the peas politely.