She knows the names of kids in our neighborhood that we’ve never formally met. She greets them from a hundred yards off.
She throws pretend parties almost daily; her blocks are cakes, my mixing bowls are ice cream sundaes, and I’m never allowed to move any of the “decorations” because a birthday party is a week-long celebration, apparently.
I love her imagination and heart for people.
Until she starts inviting friends to stay for meals.
Because, well, that wasn’t Mommy’s plan. And there was nothing in the pantry or fridge except…randomness…and leftovers, maybe?
Now if a whole gaggle of kids had come over to play, I would have felt fine gently excusing Bun and sending our friends on their way. I didn’t have that may leftovers, after all. And other moms understand that sort of thing.
But it was just one friend, a college student. She seemed to want to stay, even after I told her our sparse lunch options.
So I followed my almost four-year old’s lead and welcomed her to our table.
And you know what?
It was a lovely little lunch. We had more than enough to eat, the kids enjoyed our friends’ company, and Buckaroo didn’t even throw (much) food.
Afterward, I realized it was good for me: to have my little schedule shaken up a little, to show hospitality when I wasn’t planning to, to realize when I look in the fridge and see “no food,” that it is almost never truly the case.
It was a good reminder to try to keep some basic snacks on hand for sharing. But also that there’s always something I can offer guests. Even if it’s just a hot drink and a warm welcome.
How do you feel about unexpected dinner (lunch) guests?