“What’s for dinner?”
Ah yes.....the question that used to roll off my tongue when I was a kid.
“What’s the dish, Ma? I’m hungry! What time are we eating? Is there dessert?”
Those were the good old days when dinner just magically appeared on the table, smelling heavenly, and all I had to do was sit and eat. I never imagined that one day, I’d be the one hearing those same words over and over and over again … this time from my own little humans and from my husband too.
Sometimes, after a long day of juggling everything...kids, work, life, sanity — he’ll stroll into the kitchen and ask, “So, what’s for dinner?”
And honestly, there are moments I just want to turn around, give him the look, and say:
“YOU. You’re for dinner. Go ahead, air fry yourself.” 😂😅😝💥
Because really, when you’re tired and running on caffeine and chaos, dinner becomes a flexible concept. Sometimes it’s a full meal with sides and sauce; other times it’s eggs, rice, and hope.
And then there are the takeaway nights, those sacred evenings when food arrives in paper bags, and nobody complains because everyone’s too busy eating. And you know what? That’s still love.
As the elders say, “You don’t just serve food, you serve love and healing.” And yes, that’s true. But let’s be honest, love and healing can also come in the form of fried chicken and fries. 🍗🍟
Motherhood has taught me that dinner isn’t always about what’s on the plate. It’s about showing up, even when you’re exhausted, and feeding your family with whatever energy you have left — whether it’s home-cooked adobo or store-bought sushi.
So the next time someone asks, “What’s for dinner?”
I’ll smile sweetly and say, “Something special tonight......you.” 😈
Then I’ll quietly open my food delivery app. Because moms may be tired… but we’re always resourceful. 🍕❤️
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