Shareable

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Sharing is evidently not an innate instinct of the human species.

AGMA has no scientific anthropological information to back up this statement. It is strictly based on anecdotal data.

Mainly by observing my two offspring in the 1980’s and more recently, AGMA’s MAGCITW (most adorable grandchildren in the world) in their interactions with each other and their friends.

My issue are 18 months apart. The MAGCITW are 22 months apart. For the most part, both sets of children played/play with the same toys at the same time.

“Share with your brother!” AGMA said this to no son in particular. Neither one of them liked to share their stuff.

And I hear a similar refrain from my son and DIL. “Share with your sister/brother!” The fact that the MAGCITW are different sexes makes no difference at all. He likes her pink teapot; she likes his red fire truck.

AGMA is going to assume that this lack of desire to share one’s bounty extends beyond her immediate family.

Duh.

Just read/listen to the news (real news that is…) to figure that out. So very many people need their moms to come back to earth, give them a good swat on the behind while admonishing them, “You’ve got plenty of sh*t, more than any human needs! Share with the folks who didn’t have all the advantages you did for heaven’s sake!”

AGMA wonders, how do only children learn how to share? Maybe when they are with playmates or at birthday parties or in daycare?

I’m a third child and the youngest. Because my siblings are 6 and 12 years older than me, I really didn’t have to worry about sharing my stuff when I was growing up. In that way, I imagine I was like an only child. But because AGMA grew up in a one parent household of very modest means, I didn’t have very much stuff. But I didn’t really know any better so I was pretty happy.

My neighbors were sort of in the same boat. So we shared what we had with each other. It was a way for me to have playmates.

But AGMA’s far from prefect at sharing as an adult.

My ungenerous side usually rears itself around food. Food I like. Food I don’t want to share.

Don’t judge me.

Most of the time it’s directed at Hubs, but not always. In the past, it’s involved beater/spoon licking, raw cookie dough/batter consumption, and Girl Scout Thin Mint cookies.

More recently, Hubs has been known to finish off MY unconsumed food brought home from the previous night’s dinner out.

Last night as a matter of fact.

He polished off my leftover pineapple fried rice from dinner the night before. I was at a 5K run when the offense occurred. AGMA came home starving and threw open the fridge door.

“What do you mean you ate my rice?!? *^%$#*!&@!!”

I was pissed.

First world problem, I know.

A couple of months ago, AGMA bought a bag of the totally amazing and delicious Crispy Mint M&M’s. God bless the person at Mars Inc who thought this was a good idea because it’s beyond brilliant!

The bag had “Share Size” printed on it.

Ha ha ha ha!

Yeah – I shared them. With my thighs, my butt, my waist, my hips, etc…

Seriously, it was just one individual serving as far as I’m concerned. And a small one. Just like a box of Girl Scout Thin Mints is a two serving box.

AGMA’s trying to get better at food sharing. When I was visiting my niece a couple of weeks ago, she made cookies. Chocolate chip cookies. My favorite.

She asked who wanted to lick the cookie dough beaters. I raised my hand the same time my great nephew chimed, “I do!” He being 10 and me being 64, he got the beaters. Not sure that was fair, but I was semi-gracious about it. At least I didn’t tackle him to take them away.

Let’s face it, we all can get better at sharing. Those of us in the USA live in a land with wide open spaces, abundant natural resources, bountiful food production and a vibrant economy.

There is no reason in the world we should have hungry children or homelessness.

There is no reason in the world that people should have to file for bankruptcy because of the crushing financial burden of medical bills.

There is no reason in the world that an elderly person needs to choose between buying food or affording their life sustaining medications.

There is no reason in the world that we should not welcome with open arms people fleeing oppressive regimes and seeking a better life for themselves and their families.

There is no reason in the world that we should not offer protection to women fleeing from countries whose law enforcement officials will not protect them and their children from violent and abusive partners.

There is no reason in the world that children should EVER be separated from their parents at our borders no matter what their color or immigration status is.

It’s time to get to sharing our national bounty. It’s the moral, decent, compassionate and patriotic thing to do. You know, the old fashioned American values?

Oh, and karma is real.

And she can be a total b*tch if you piss her off.

Just like AGMA when you eat my left over fried rice.

8 thoughts on “Shareable

  1. Ah yes, this post lists the many reasons why I like you. I am so in tune with everything you have written.
    I was the first of 7 (first 4 of the litter was born within 8 years, then divorce, and acquisition of 3 more). By todays standards, we didn’t have much–but WE didn’t know that. In fact, I wouldn’t trade my childhood for that experienced by current generations.
    As usual, a great post.

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    • The oldest of 7??? Wow! That’s a lot of mouths to feed! Being the first, at least you didn’t have to wear hand me downs (unless you had an older cousin?) My sister was 6 years older so I’m pretty sure my mother didn’t save her clothes for me..
      We are so of one mind – blog sisters! Thank you, as always, for your encouragement and sweet compliment!

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  2. My brother is four years older than I and I really can’t remember us sharing anything except our comic book collection. I guess my “cooties” didn’t transfer to those. The late Los Angeles Times humor columnist, Jack Smith, used to write about his grandkids sometimes. From a safe distance. One of his funnier columns, as I recall, was about his grandson not wanting to share anything with anyone. The child would say in a loud voice, “DIS MINE TRUCK!” But the “DIS MINE” applied to pretty much everything. My grandkids used to watch the show “Lazytown” and here’s a video of the “MINE” song for your viewing pleasure. 🙂

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  3. Hubby was one of 10, so the idea of sharing his food is almost beyond him. It’s taken me years to be able to get a taste of something he’s eating! My family was always: here…try a taste of this, a sampling of that. I learned to appreciate different foods that way and tasting menus or shared small plates is still my idea of the best meal.

    Your concept of sharing beyond the me & you & fried rice really hits home.

    But your comment of I shared it with my hips, thighs, waist had me laughing out loud! And will be one I remember when hubby pushes back on sharing.

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  4. Thanks Pat! And my hips, thighs & waist thank you too!

    As a family, we are like your family – taste this, have some of that, can I have a small bite? A great way to experience new/different foods without a total commitment. But everybody has to buy into it. I had NOT bought in the concept of the “shared” fried rice!

    I can’t imagine having to compete with 9 other people for food. Talk about survival of the fittest… I’m sure you have been very patient even with a growling stomach! Do you want me to send you some Crispy Mint M&M’s in a sharable size that you don’t have to share?

    Thanks for your kind comments!

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