May is motherhood memoir month

The Jesus Chicken

Awhile back our middle daughter, Lily, came over to celebrate our youngest daughter’s birthday.

Arielle asked what we were having for her birthday dinner.

Chicken Alfredo? I said, knowing it’s her favorite.

Where did the chicken come from? Arielle asked.

She was taking a high school AP Environmental Science course. As a general rule we try to buy mostly free-range, usually organic chickens, but this high school class has raised the bar on what our teen daughter finds acceptable. She’s nice about it, but she won’t eat it if she suspects anything less than responsibly sourcing and humane treatment. Or if it contains palm oil.

From the kitchen, her father called out some details–it was a heritage chicken, woodland bred, fed a diet of sheep’s milk, soy and hazelnuts, local and organic with at least four acres to graze upon with lots of friends…

(Portlandia episode–ordering chicken)

I added that it was a happy chicken.

And then it gave its life for you, I said.

Its the Jesus chicken, Lily added.

Today’s prompt: Do your kids ever say something you know you will all laugh about and retell for years to come, maybe the rest of your life? Do you write it down?

I keep journals for each of my children, giving them the journals when they leave home. You could do the same in less than three minutes a day, not even every day. Try it. Then let me know how it goes.

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