"I am generous in many areas of my life. I enjoy giving gifts to my close friends and family, and still adore shopping for just the right birthday or friendship card. I gladly help someone who might need my support, whether it is a ride, a meal sent to her house, or just an ear for listening. I am also a recovering burned-toast-syndrome woman (literally and figuratively),"
"Thankfully, my children have not inherited my food stinginess; they inherited their father's generosity of all things edible. His common mantra is: "Here, try this?" At meals, my sons and their families' forks fly among them, their partners, and their children. Everyone divides their delectables into portions for others. They are doing it right, more graciously and generously than their mother."
""I'll order the pasta, and you order the calamari. Then we'll split both," says one couple. "I'll order the steak, and you order the lamb, and we will each have half," adds the other son and his wife. And, their kids follow suit, "Can I try that eel roll, Mom?" Of course, she is thrilled to pass the sushi from her plate to her daughter's mouth. How glorious for them."
I am generous in many areas of my life, enjoying giving gifts, shopping for cards, and offering support through rides, meals, or listening. For years I practiced burned-toast-syndrome, eating blackened leftover toast while making golden slices for my sons and husband, placing others' needs above my own. In later years I shifted attention to personal needs, carving time for writing, solitary walks, and reading. I do not enjoy sharing food, despite being naturally generous otherwise. My children inherited their father's generosity with food and freely share dishes at meals, ordering multiple items to split and offering tastes to one another. Sometimes my husband wants to share; I occasionally agree.
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