Won't You, Come Into My Kitchen?

Do Come In

You appear at my door. You have come to visit. Walk past the debris. The family might leave shoes about, maybe it is book-bags. On some days, you might find my hubby laying on the couch. Shelter your eyes and continue past the day-to-day paraphernalia. It is just the business of living.

Come with me, to the kitchen.

You should find comfort there.

Tell me, is there anything that I can get for you......anything at all.

The heart of the home......
The heart of the home......

Where I Will Be

Take a seat, it is cushioned for your comfort. Help yourself to the fruit or the candy in the bowl. It is there for just for your taking. It is an offering, meant to relax you and make you feel welcome.

You, are wanted to feel welcome in my kitchen. That is  among its purposes.

Would you like coffee or tea, both are ready for you. Sugar , cream, lemon are there for the taking.  Are you hungry?  I can make you a sandwich, there is soup, would you like to stay for dinner?

It is hard to be angry while breaking bread together. Eating together will unite us, coaxing us to get to know one another.

Tell me, how have you been? What is on your mind today?

There may be interruptions, but a simple, " I am visiting", and the family will scatter. They will know the conversation is private. They will enter only into an open discussion.

They understand.....this is my kitchen.

This is where the home is made. Here, love is born. Secrets shared.  Shattered pieces are picked up inside this room.

In Their Time

They have each visited me here. They have been fed. They have been scolded. They have been encouraged and counseled.  Questions have been asked, dreams and fears revealed.

 

They have told me of intimate things with such a coolness, that it was I who did not at first understand.....

My eldest sat there on that stool, as I diced onions and announced:

" I started today"

" Started what, your book report, your English essay"?

" You know, Mom, I started"

It hit me.....my daughter has crossed a passage......I would be thankful for the counselor who aided her in my absence.

Another child, another day............buried her head into the table and sobbed. She was not given to easy tears. I was afraid. She had captured my undivided attention.

"What is so bad the matter, that it makes you cry", I asked.

"Mama, I was mad at Miss Tucker, and I wrote a bad poem"....( please, use your imagination, what would a 4th grader say about Miss Tucker)

This poem was ugly, and I was shocked at this child. It could not be undone. She was sobbing, her remorse was great. I simply stroked her hair and encouraged her to apologize.

Her own guilt was more severe than any 'punishment' I could administer. My daughter was forgiven at this table.

I was sitting in the living room when she came in. She had waded through snow to get here. She knew she had defied me. She knew now, that her mom had had her safety at heart. She knew she had caused damage beyond her ability to repay. She knew she would be asking her mom to leave the warmth of the home and brave the ice and snow. She knew, mom would be the one who would hook chains to the wrecked vehicle and tow it home. She was perpared to tell me, to face my wrath, she was prepared to hear the lecture, learn her lesson and make her apologies. She also knew........as she stepped through the back door.......to call

" Mom, will you come to the kitchen"?.......

 

We will share while it cools.....
We will share while it cools.....

Difficult News

He is not a man accustomed to defeat. He is more at ease with outlining choices and giving instructions. It must have been very hard for him.................

" Would you pour us some coffee and sit down"

" k, here I am"

" I lost my job today"

" that's a hard hit".......mentally calculating the bills and obligations.........

' my quarterly bonus will be coming out soon"

"yeah, but that was for you"

"honey, that is for us, the family.....we'll get by"

" I want more for my family than to 'get by' "

" sure, but ALL we HAVE to do is eat and keep the kids warm'....

" we will live on what we have, if we have to, we have bonds"

" you are a good wife"

" whatever that means, I just 'do'"

Secrets are revealed at the kitchen table.

So are fears.........

 

This Is Where My Heart Is Revealed

I am the wife, and the mother. I will feed you. I will comfort you.

I am your neighbor. I will welcome you.

I am a member of our community, I will assist you.

I am your friend. I am the woman down the street and the one next door. I am your counterpart, a world away. I will wipe your tears. I will contribute to your rebuilding.

You simply need to walk through the house, and come to my kitchen , taking a seat at my table.

We will expose ourselves. We will share. We will confess. We will encourage. We will get to the heart of the matter. We will love and and lead one another. We will build lasting friendships.

I will listen to your counsel....

We will laugh here. We will laugh at our husbands, our children, our bosses, our neighbors, ....We will laugh here, together, at our own foolish selves.

Laughter, tears, worries and hope will be shared by all who enter here.

We will confide our shortcomings, and learn of common fears.

We will trust they will be protected and guarded for they found their voice, here in the kitchen.

We will share life lessons.

We will mourn broken dreams, giving life to new ones.

Won't you please, come into my kitchen?

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Jason R. Manning 6 years ago from Sacramento, California

Y,

What an excellent conversational piece, this is one my new favorites of your writing. I love the warmth of your soul revealed in this. What a great analogy to boot. You act in accordance with Christ like conviction, using the tools you can command, and control the things within your grasp to control. This is great; I hope it gets nominated for a nugget. God Bless you sister and your Christian heart.


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NCBIer 6 years ago

Inspiring, beautiful and just plain lovely. Thank you for another heart-warming hub.


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onegoodwoman 6 years ago from A small southern town Author

JRM,

You really do give me too much credit.........

I am, simply, because I have been fashioned

in this way. I have

no greatness.

Like your wife, your sister, I , too

have fears and obstacles.

Your friendship is among

my treasures.


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onegoodwoman 6 years ago from A small southern town Author

NCBler......

As always, you are generous in

your thoughts and commentary.

What a lovely woman YOU are!

Thanks for coming by for the reading.


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Jason R. Manning 6 years ago from Sacramento, California

Okay, let me take down your credit a notch...your lemon cup cakes stink! LOL, your humility lends to the credibility of your words, you cannot fake that.


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onegoodwoman 6 years ago from A small southern town Author

I truly LOLed!

Baking is not among my talents~~~


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giselle2323 6 years ago from Peterborough, Ontario

Your writing is such a joy to read. I will be on the next plane to your place. ..Great conversation, excellent company and good food, three of my favourite things.


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onegoodwoman 6 years ago from A small southern town Author

Giselle2323,

there is a vacant house, 3 doors down,

shall I reserve it for you?

It is those, like yourself, who

support and encourage me, that

bring out my best!

YOU, are certainly welcome

in my kitchen~~


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FloBe 6 years ago from British Columbia, Canada

onegoodwoman...I would be honored to be your friend. I wanted to be the one sitting in your kitchen, spilling out my heart and hearing all that is in yours! If your kitchen could tell stories :) Oh, you just did! Absolutely loved this one!


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onegoodwoman 6 years ago from A small southern town Author

FloBe......

You are welcome inside..........

just come through the door.

There is a kinship between us.


Errol Kane 6 years ago

I am delighted to be in your kitchen of hospitality where everyone else is gathered. A morning social event that is just right for me because the morning is my favorite time of the day. Yes! Tea for me please. Not that I don't drink coffee it just that I am a tea drinker, orange pekoe, occassionally black tea.

Again, nice Hub, warm and friendly and a perfect place to write while sipping tea.


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Karanda 6 years ago from Australia

Lovely as always, to stop by and enjoy a coffee and a story from you. How special, this time, to be invited into your kitchen. For me, the kitchen has always been the hub of the home. This is where tragedies unfold, traditions continue and lasting friendships are formed.


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vietnamvet68 6 years ago from New York State

if you don't mind I'll stop by for a cup of tea, but no lemon cupcake for me as i hear they stink. :) What a great write my dear. It could surely invite a lot of conversations. God Bless


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onegoodwoman 6 years ago from A small southern town Author

Erol Kane,

Yes, we shall have tea....

Thanks for coming by.


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onegoodwoman 6 years ago from A small southern town Author

Karanda,

I agree, the kitchen is the heart

of the home. At times, it is the

control center!

As always, I am delighted you came.


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onegoodwoman 6 years ago from A small southern town Author

Vietnamvet68,

The tea is simmering.

Don't fret over the lemon

bars...my friends, the Keebler

Elves left a few things on

their recent visit~~

It is good to have you here.


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thougtforce 6 years ago from Sweden

The warmth in your kitchen radiates through your words! Kindness, compassion, friendship, hospitality, comfort......I can go on for ever! Thanks for your warmth!


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onegoodwoman 6 years ago from A small southern town Author

Thoughtforce,

I am amazed of the warmth that radiates

towards me from HP.

You are certainly among those

have your own great share of hospitality!

Thanks for coming by.


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justom 6 years ago from 41042

Yeah, you can tell me you're not a story teller but I ain't buyin' it! Great hub, Peace!! Tom


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Fullerman5000 6 years ago from Louisiana, USA

For a minute there, i actually felt as if i was in your shoes. Beautiful and well written.


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onegoodwoman 6 years ago from A small southern town Author

justom.....

I do appreciate you thinking so!

There is peace my friend, there

is peace.


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onegoodwoman 6 years ago from A small southern town Author

Fullerman5000.....

Good to see you!

You are bringing the boudan?

Thanks for coming by.


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Dave Sibole 6 years ago from Leesburg, Oh

And to whose kitchen do you go when you need a cup of sugar? or you don't have the answer the kids were looking for? or you need a suggestion for dinner because you are tired of fixing the same 'ol things all the time? or you put a dent in the bumper? Thanks for sharing it was a great read as usual.


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onegoodwoman 6 years ago from A small southern town Author

Dave Sibole.........

Don't you know, that being the good wife that I am, I have never run out of sugar, or wrecked the car?

Seriously, long story short, my home burned....hubby out of town.....me and kids to my Dad's.

My friend Tina, drove half the night to find my Dad's home. I was called to the door, and she asked. " where is the kitchen"?..........

There have been many who opened their homes to me, in my times of doubt and despair.

You are right..........I should have paid them homage. I stand corrected.

Thank you so very much, for coming, and for reminding me.


Errol Kane 6 years ago

Good Morning, well, it's 11:47am and still morning here. Stopping by for this morning for breakfast. Steak, eggs, grits, biscuts and no what, I'll have Champaign with that this morning. I haven't had that since 1978. I am truly hungry for real. Haha...going to eat now. Love this Hub


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onegoodwoman 6 years ago from A small southern town Author

Errol Kane.........

Glad you stopped by, but

we will have to stick with tea,

no bubbly here~~


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Dave Mathews 6 years ago from NORTH YORK,ONTARIO,CANADA

Nicely put together dear sister. May I please have a coffee? Thank you.

Brother Dave.


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onegoodwoman 6 years ago from A small southern town Author

Dave Matthews,

Come on In....coffee is brewing.

Need cream, sugar a pinch of spice?

Food is on the griddle.

Thanks for reading.

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