tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565507.post3500227098390183079..comments2023-11-01T03:48:37.261-04:00Comments on From Tracie: Sitting At The Grown Up TableTracie Nallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07908908021649000930noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565507.post-62866582884912246032011-06-14T02:28:40.491-04:002011-06-14T02:28:40.491-04:00We had a kids table at my grandmas. She passed awa...We had a kids table at my grandmas. She passed away when I was 12, so I never got to see what happened as we grew up! :)<br /><br />At my house, the "kids table" is the island, next to BIG table. My sister's two boys always eat there. Your post kind of makes me think I should squeeze them into the big table next time. I'll ask them :)Mrs4444https://www.blogger.com/profile/06426176094895489541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565507.post-30932910745568539962011-06-09T16:48:05.417-04:002011-06-09T16:48:05.417-04:00My sister and I sat at the kids' table until I...My sister and I sat at the kids' table until I had graduated from college and got married. We only graduated to the adults' table when there were not enough other "adults" left living or living in the area to fill the regular table.Jackiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17480320447942041437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565507.post-60225187741394135052011-06-08T23:32:33.060-04:002011-06-08T23:32:33.060-04:00Like Colleen...I would not have been able to be qu...Like Colleen...I would not have been able to be quiet, either!<br />We never had a children's table in our house, nor did anyone we know, when I was groeing up. No relatives or friends. So everyone--no matter their age, sat together, and if we all didn't fit at one table, there were two, but, always the so called 'adults' and the children all sat together.<br /><br />You know what I thought when your Aunt put you there when you were really not a child anymore---maybe she thought you were so GOOD with kids that it would be great for them. Do you think that is even remotely possible OR am I just in denial....lol!<br /><br />I was just over at Colleen's and I thank you for heeding her advice about coming over to see the Jacaranda Trees....! That was nice of her and that was nice of you, too!OldLady Of The Hillshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02458879772193114892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565507.post-20415202934497734282011-06-05T18:01:48.688-04:002011-06-05T18:01:48.688-04:00I would NOT have been able to be quiet about sitti...I would NOT have been able to be quiet about sitting at the kid's table at that age!colleenhttp://looseleafnotes.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565507.post-82605511481807592762011-06-04T00:59:35.742-04:002011-06-04T00:59:35.742-04:00Congratulations! :)Congratulations! :)Beth Zimmermanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07047047792782914757noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565507.post-18951745588197390692011-06-03T11:35:24.597-04:002011-06-03T11:35:24.597-04:00What a sweet memory.
Sometimes I like it when the...What a sweet memory.<br /><br />Sometimes I like it when the older generation refers to me as a 'kid', I guess because some part of me wishes I still was one.Tina L. Hookhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12780807680745838371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565507.post-63059680685877836572011-06-03T08:55:29.980-04:002011-06-03T08:55:29.980-04:00I remember dying to sit at the grown up table duri...I remember dying to sit at the grown up table during Christmas dinner at my grandparent's house growing up. Thanksgiving we had at my aunts, and my cousin, Danni, and I usually relegated ourselves to the table in the backyard while everyone else ate with plates on laps around the football game. When I hit 15, I didn't mind sitting at the kids table anymore. My cousin, Stephanie, also 15, invited herself to the grown up table, and literally killed the grown up table for me. She called demands of quiet and indulged in adult conversation. From that day forward, she was a totally different person than the one I'd grown up with, and the grown up table lost all appeal to me. If given the choice now, I'd totally choose the kids table.Chantelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00530738298752681517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565507.post-4980943864146883812011-06-02T17:09:21.300-04:002011-06-02T17:09:21.300-04:00I'm way older than you, but I find that when I...I'm way older than you, but I find that when I am in the midst of "family" I mentally regress to feeling like the child. It doesn't take long though for me to engage my grown-up power and sit wherever I choose, even if it is at the head of the table. And it's no fun going to Arizona in the SUMMER!Lynn Tolsonhttp://beyondthetears.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565507.post-6405065597412291552011-06-02T14:35:22.548-04:002011-06-02T14:35:22.548-04:00Beautiful story. Really.
We had a kid's tabl...Beautiful story. Really. <br /><br />We had a kid's table, too. I remember the first time I was put at the adult table, I didn't somehow feel qualified enough, yet. <br /><br />Now, I host the dinners and when I'm sandwiched between my mom and some elderly chatty uncle, I always wish for those days, when I built dams out of my mashed potatoes to keep the gravy on one side of the plate and snorted at all the other kid's antics.Joann Mannixhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11163491824085428085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565507.post-38998070774669235382011-06-02T00:18:56.426-04:002011-06-02T00:18:56.426-04:00The next time we go to Arizona, I'm requestin...The next time we go to Arizona, I'm requesting the kid's tableGreenLeafhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09460944221343269721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565507.post-60637298158888238422011-06-01T12:22:38.090-04:002011-06-01T12:22:38.090-04:00Awww - this is the best type of "graduation&q...Awww - this is the best type of "graduation" ever!<br /><br />Too bad it was so long coming. :)Lizhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06022297670179924365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565507.post-85618040595835257442011-06-01T10:11:00.171-04:002011-06-01T10:11:00.171-04:00That was terrific! You not only thrill me with you...That was terrific! You not only thrill me with your non-fiction but now with your fiction. I really need to try "on" this Red Dress. I want to know more about that conversation over the broken leg!!!<br /><br />:-)<br />TraciStarTracihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02119043204191845721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565507.post-34406663734138781332011-06-01T01:04:22.553-04:002011-06-01T01:04:22.553-04:00What a wonderful graduation! I remember that gradu...What a wonderful graduation! I remember that graduation and the minute I sat at the adult table I wanted to go back to the kid table....more fun there! But what a great feeling to be accepted into the world of adulthood!Erinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10395153992892479101noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565507.post-85219293628342502982011-05-31T22:12:16.104-04:002011-05-31T22:12:16.104-04:00Love love love this take on the prompt! I'm so...Love love love this take on the prompt! I'm so glad you went in this direction with it. Graduating from the little kids table was such a big deal - and to realize you're no longer perceived that way is priceless!Cherylhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14025221975648580117noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565507.post-88432958536888077602011-05-31T22:00:33.054-04:002011-05-31T22:00:33.054-04:00I hated that "kids table" thing so badly...I hated that "kids table" thing so badly from my own experiences, I banned it from my house after we had kids. Unless my son asked if they could sit somewhere besides with the grownups, they were included.Sharon Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00695395104518983907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565507.post-31709961572154045462011-05-31T20:39:44.721-04:002011-05-31T20:39:44.721-04:00Cute response on the "graduation" prompt...Cute response on the "graduation" prompt.Writerly Wanna Behttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00034679656184476657noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565507.post-23471135056946223682011-05-31T18:05:17.022-04:002011-05-31T18:05:17.022-04:00My family is small on both sides, so we never real...My family is small on both sides, so we never really had a children's table that I can remember. But on my dad's side you can tell when you've reached adulthood when they automatically hand you a glass of wine instead of asking your parents if you can have one. I loved how this piece brought back so many memories for me. Great job!Triplezmomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04394529890501082797noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565507.post-42111215182786180472011-05-31T18:00:20.747-04:002011-05-31T18:00:20.747-04:00That was touching, but I would really enjoy it if ...That was touching, but I would really enjoy it if you were still sitting at the kids table well into your 60's.Claudya Martinezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17034216831504207496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565507.post-53660093739384041452011-05-31T17:44:46.779-04:002011-05-31T17:44:46.779-04:00Really dug what you did with the prompt. I didn;t ...Really dug what you did with the prompt. I didn;t see it coming either.<br /><br />Im 40 now, and was 36 years old the first time I sat at the grown ups table at my grandparents. I refuse to give up my seat to anyone.<br /><br />Good post<br /><br />thanks for my comment<br /><br />LanceAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565507.post-27785219712721848942011-05-31T16:50:50.834-04:002011-05-31T16:50:50.834-04:00How exciting! I'm 21 - and single - and there...How exciting! I'm 21 - and single - and therefore still at the kid's table. Since I plan on being single for a while - I'll be at the kid's table a while. This is why I leave the country during holidays<br /><br />Found you through TRDCAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03717761428145098034noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565507.post-59644442890434667722011-05-31T15:43:10.662-04:002011-05-31T15:43:10.662-04:00This was so great Tracie! Sometimes families don&#...This was so great Tracie! Sometimes families don't always take into account everyone else's feelings. Trust me. I have had issues with this in my own family.The Random Blogettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09189747977991245122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565507.post-49163774703630636942011-05-31T15:21:57.196-04:002011-05-31T15:21:57.196-04:00I'm still considered "The Baby" by m...I'm still considered "The Baby" by my family I understand why this was a Big Deal for you. <br /><br />Love your take on the prompt!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565507.post-18137490401543160352011-05-31T15:01:49.276-04:002011-05-31T15:01:49.276-04:00I was 18 when I came off the kid's table but d...I was 18 when I came off the kid's table but don't think I ever got off the kid's corner.Walthttp://luckypuppy.net/?p=2001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565507.post-81092211247531404842011-05-31T14:58:30.888-04:002011-05-31T14:58:30.888-04:00Great take on the graduation prompt! And I know th...Great take on the graduation prompt! And I know the feeling!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12565507.post-19079773143062390542011-05-31T14:31:18.557-04:002011-05-31T14:31:18.557-04:00This piece is tricky. I feel like it was fun to re...This piece is tricky. I feel like it was fun to read, but also frustrating. Because I went through something similar in my family. I remember meeting up with my cousins when we all got to town for my grandfather's funeral. I hadn't seen them in years and they asked how old I was now. "Twenty-four," was my answer. And they were surprised because they still thought I was only 19 or maybe 20. Even though I am older than one of them.<br /><br />I guess we have a habit of banishing some to perpetual childhood, especially when we don't get to witness that transition to adulthood.Karen M. Petersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06972093977468313631noreply@blogger.com