I have always admired those brave, honest moms that turn to social media to show that it is ok to have everything happen at once.
Have you seen those cute chick flicks that have the soap suds coming out of the dishwasher during breakfast and the kids are screaming for help while they homeschool at the kitchen table and the mom and dad just shrug, laugh and kiss while the suds pile up? *I think I have.
My point is that in that moment this morning I wasn’t feeling like laughing. I had a giant bubble of anxiety. There was too much noise, too much going on at once and I couldn’t control the situation. When the hubby put bubbles on my nose to make me laugh, I didn’t want to laugh. I had five towels sopping full of soap suds and a flood of water to fix. The kids were trying to homeschool and I was trying to cook and it was all too much at once.
In that moment, I remembered something. What will I look like on the other side of this? What do I want my family to remember? Do they need to see me scream and cry and break down or do they need to remember seeing me trying to work together with everyone and making things happen even though I don’t want to laugh about it in this moment?
I wasn’t perfect. Hubby was calm and immediately helped. I got the kids questions answered as they worked on the laptops for school. Everything is back under control and the chaos has moved on.
No chaos is not fun. It may not be a laughing matter like in the movies either. Just know, you can get through the chaos and noise. You can make it through to the other side even if you don’t laugh on your way there.
Now I gotta go finish my baked chicken and wild rice casserole for dinner. Oh, and someone just yelled upstairs that the bottom freezer door is stuck and won’t shut. Wish me grace and peace for today.
Brown the first six ingredients in a heavy pan. When cooked, add the remaining ingredients and cook over a medium heat until the potatoes are tender.
***Serve over brown rice. Cornbread, crackers, sour cream, shredded cheese and chives are all optional additions.
One of my absolute worst pet peeves is having to scroll to the end of a blog to actually find the recipe that I was looking for, so I gave it to you right up front. You are welcome to try it, share it out and be sure to let me know how yours turned out. My dad would be so pleased to hear responses of his Cowboy stew. Who wouldn’t want to sit down to a big bowl of cowboy stew? It is the aroma of home for me. My dad, ever the gracious cook, makes comfort foods to fight away anything life throws at us. If we are having a bad day, my dad can fix our heartache and tears with a few cans of this and that…combined with his homemade biscuits…you’ll forget why you were upset in the first place. He really is one of a kind. I will post the biscuit recipe and photos at a different time.
Cowboys are gentlemen who treat women with respect and work hard. They use their manners more than any other man would and a true cowboy knows love, pain and shame but never cares about fame.
Now, my dad may not ride horses and herd cattle but he has the heart of a romantic southern gentleman.
That is one thing Dad has never had to do, he never has to declare he loves you to the world, though he is capable of that….you just know he loves you and he cooks to prove it. Thankful I got to spend a few minutes in the kitchen with him today. There will definitely be more to come. You can check out our first video below. We had so much fun trying to make a video. I promise they can only get better!