Sundays remind me of my childhood, when my family would all go to church and then meet for lunch, all of us talking over one another at the table. We no longer carry this tradition, but Sunday still always reminds me of those talks, the noisy headache-inducing talks, that made you feel like a member of a loving family who all were interested in what another had to say.

I’ve only been blogging for a couple weeks, but I’ve been reading others’ blogs for a lot longer. I’ve admired those writers who somehow find the balance of writing on content while also letting their readers know them as a person. This has led me to think about how I will let you all [the three of you out there ;)] know about me. And, how can I get to know you? Because believe me, I want to! This brought me back to those Sunday table topics, the questions my family would pose, and we’d go around and answer. My family still does this sometimes, and we use a game called Table Topics. Each week, on Sunday, I will pose a table topic, share my answer, and hope that you will leave a comment with your own answer. Let me know if you enjoy this kind of post or not.

Table Topic (These will be pulled from the game mentioned above):

What would you most like to do for someone else if you had the money and the time?

This one is somewhat easy for me. First, I have to figure out whom that somebody is, and that’s easy: my mother. She’s done so many things for me, so of course I would want to give back just a little bit of what she has put in for me. As I’ve mentioned before, my mother writes. She started writing after my grandmother had a stroke, and subsequently my mother became one of her main caretakers. It was escapism. It was her way of dealing with the tragedy. I love my mother’s writing, and not in a “I-have-to-love-it-because-she-is-my-mom” kind of way. I really like it. If I had all of the money and time, I would have all of her works published, shoved in the hands of influential people, and hope that everything works out. Sometimes my mother thinks that since she is 59, she has passed the age of potential possibilities, but she still pushes forward. She still tells herself that she has nothing to lose. I just think she has everything to gain, and I do still have hope that one day she will see her dreams realized.

I’ve finished my turn at the table. What are your thoughts?