This morning my daughter Caitlin started talking about her week, her friends and what a busy life she leads!
I asked her how she thought parents do it with children, and work, and friends to visit and she answered “You know what you are doing, you have had practice and anyway you’re a chicken soup”
Pardon? Repeat that line.. ”You’re a chicken soup”
What do you mean? I asked. “Well, she said. I think of you as warm and comforting. The kind of person I always need to have around when I don’t feel well or I need to chat to, just like the chicken soup you make when we didn't feel well as kids.”
“Me, on the other hand, Caitlin said. I am a Thai Laksa, hot and spicy and something to be enjoyed with friends with lots of laughs on a Saturday night when there is a party to go too!
In our group of friends we often talk about what sort of foods we are like as people, it’s fun and when you think of it you do match the Chicken soup and I right now am a perfect match to a Thai Laksa.”
I had to stop and mull over this for awhile and decided she was right. When my children were sick I always made chicken soup with loads of parsley to make them feel better and give them nourishment and snuggled them in bed.
The first time my son felt unwell after leaving home he rang and asked if I could make the soup as he was sure that would make him feel better.
So Caitlin has raised an interesting topic. What sort of food are you? And can it change? If I am now a chicken soup can I become a Thai Laksa when the children have all left home and my husband and I have unlimited freedom? Or will I always be a Chicken Soup and do I mind? Ummmm….
What sort of food would you like to be?