Thought for Food
On Sunday night, I went over to Joy's for dinner, along with Bob, Byron, and Maria. The food Joy prepared was excellent, and I think we all ended up eating a lot more than we expected.As good as the food was, the more interesting thing about the night was some of the conversations we had. Some of the topics we covered were, in roughly the same order:
Answers varied from the mundane boy meets girl, all the way to international drama that would make for excellent K-soap material. Actually, I was surprised everyone present knew how their parents met. To be frank, in my experience, many people don't think of their parents as actual people, and as having once been kids themselves, so it doesn't really occur to them to ask about their parents' childhoods.
As usual, the guys said they had the toughest job, while the girls said if they were a guy, they don't think they'd have any problem asking a girl out. Now, I can already sense some male readers out there getting their feathers ruffled over that last statement. But hey now, I can kind of see where they're coming from. After all, if I were already in a safe and secure marriage, I'd probably forget what "fear of rejection" meant, too.
Yes.
The two take-home messages I got from this was a) Being 2nd generation, some of us are not close to our grandparents, despite the best of intentions, because of the language barrier. However, we will not have the same problems with our own grandkids. b) As Christians, our marriage life (and eventually children) is a powerful witness to our parents, i.e. "How come my Christian child's family turned out so much better than my non-Christian kids'?"



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