{"id":489,"date":"2021-02-19T11:37:20","date_gmt":"2021-02-19T19:37:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.lifeofannika.com\/blog\/?p=489"},"modified":"2021-02-19T11:37:20","modified_gmt":"2021-02-19T19:37:20","slug":"the-subtle-message-of-utensils","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lifeofannika.com\/blog\/?p=489","title":{"rendered":"The subtle message of utensils"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>A dramatic change takes place in the kitchen and dining area once you have kids. Out of nowhere appears a high chair, and later a Stokke Tripp Trapp\u00ae Chair which &#8220;Grows With Your Child&#8221;. Kitchen drawers and shelves are inundated with sippy cups and plastic utensils and suction bowls and bibs. And it&#8217;s all good and celebratory, a constant reminder that things are different now with a little human being in the house.<\/p>\n<p>But then, years go by and very subtlety these things start to disappear, one by one. It&#8217;s a slow moving change that may not register on anyone&#8217;s radar. No more high chair or bibs, but we still have plastic cups and bowls and small, plastic forks and spoons. Then we lose all that, and all that&#8217;s left are small metal forks and spoons.<\/p>\n<p>Much of the time I set the table, while Mama does the cooking. This month, with Annika away in Salzburg and Niki and Britta at the ripe age of 13, I suddenly found myself grabbing 4 &#8220;adult&#8221; (large) forks to set the table with. And I stopped myself: why did I choose the large forks today, but the small forks yesterday? It makes sense; the girls are old enough, with mouths large enough, to operate an adult fork. But still, should I acknowledge that a chapter is ending? The dining &amp; kitchen changes that first took place 18 years ago (almost exactly) are now gone? Shouldn&#8217;t there be some ceremony, all of us dressed in black or some such?<\/p>\n<p>This reaction is a more prompt example of one I&#8217;ve noted before: things, places, or activities which used to be a staple of your parental existence suddenly cease to be a part of your life. Whether it&#8217;s the toddler area at Rideout, the playground at Common&#8217;s Beach, or small plastic (then metal) utensils, suddenly, poof, they are gone with no evidence (short of memories) that they were ever there.<\/p>\n<p>Admittedly the utensils are an obscure and innocuous example of this &#8211; I had much more fun playing with the girls at Common&#8217;s Beach than I did watching them chew on plastic forks &#8211; but it feels like the last stand. There&#8217;s not much more in the material world that the girls will graduate away from; we no longer go to playgrounds, we don&#8217;t have to dress them, we don&#8217;t have to referee meltdown&#8217;s, and now, finally, we don&#8217;t need child-appropriate utensils.<\/p>\n<p>To be clear: I look forward to the fun and adventure of walking by the side of Niki and Britta as they traverse their teenage years. But, man; things were really fun up to this point, too, and so I just want to let those small forks know: thanks, I will miss you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A dramatic change takes place in the kitchen and dining area once you have kids. Out of nowhere appears a high chair, and later a Stokke Tripp Trapp\u00ae Chair which &#8220;Grows With Your Child&#8221;. Kitchen drawers and shelves are inundated with sippy cups and plastic utensils and suction bowls and bibs. 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