When I was little, maybe around the age of 8 or 10, my mother used to make me eat grapefruit. Oh my goodness, I used to hate it. It tasted awful! It was so Sour! She made me eat it because it was healthy and good for me. It did something for my system. With true love, she would slice the grapefruit in half, run the sharp knife between all the sections of pulp and squeeze the sections and the juice into a bowl for me. Whatever health issue I had, Mom learned it good sense to force…ok, give… me grapefruit…with no or little sugar on it. Ugh! I remember sitting at the kitchen table for a long while, pleading to be released from eating the grapefruit. But I wasn’t very persuasive with Mom, or stubborn enough. I won in so many other areas though; why not this one too?
I didn't realize it then, but Mom was loving me. She gave me something that was good for my body. She loved me in the deep, caring sense of the word. And now I’m at the beautiful age of XX (smile), and I owe some of it to my loving mother along with God.
As I’ve matured into that beautiful age of XX (smile), guess what I’ve come to indeed love in my diet? Pink Grapefruit! …with a little Stevia sweetener on it. It’s so refreshing and good for my temple! I feel so proud when I eat it because I know I'm doing something really good for myself. Over the last 6 years, I’ve prepared the same for my son, who is now 19. As I began to add grapefruit into his menu, I held my breath and hoped he would like it and put up no fuss. For if he didn’t, would I really hold him to the kitchen table over it? Was I that caring caliber of a mom? But sweetly so, Cameron did love pink grapefruit early on. What a relief and a pleasing thing.
The other night, I told Cam I’d prepare a grapefruit for each of us to go with our meal and he was happy. It pleases me so to do well for him. I then said to him, “Do you know when I make you grapefruit, what it really means?” He replied, “No.” I said, “When I make you grapefruit, I’m saying 'I love you.'” I told him the background story of his Busha’s true love for me and grapefruit. I told him about the memories that are now fond ones and the appreciation of her thinking of me in that way. I shared with Cameron, that when I make you grapefruit…I’m really saying “I love you.”
He said with a very tender smile, “I didn’t know that.” My response? “Yeah, I love you Cam.”
What do you do for someone that means "I love you" from your heart that they may not be aware of? Why don't you share it with them.
Today, look what I found at the grocery checkout. Guess who gets a surprise card with a pouch of Grapefruit Melon gum inside sent to him at college this week?
Wisdom & encouragement to share with others!
Denise Flynn writes about Singleness, Relationships, Goal Obtainment & the Christian walk. Order