There is a now infamous story in my family about a trip Jim
and I took to New York City several years ago. In the cab ride to Laguardia
Airport, after a wonderful weekend visiting friends in the City, the woman
driving our cab shared some of her fondness for the South when she learned that
we were traveling back home to North Carolina. She told us in her best NY
accent that one of the things she loves about the South is the food. She
recounted a story about a gathering she had shared with some of her people,
friends and family, in NC, and she said, “Do you know why that food is so good?
I’ll tell you why that food is so good. ‘Cause they put some love in that food.
They put some love in every bite of that food.” For the rest of the cab ride,
we shared stories about the joys of friendship and fellowship over good food. Jim
and I have talked and laughed a lot about that cab ride over the years, particularly
because it echoed true for us in why we have come to love living here in
Durham.
For the past year or so, my own family has had the
opportunity to volunteer to help serve dinners during the Interfaith
Hospitality Network (IHN) weeks at Duke Memorial. Through these experiences,
sharing food with our neighbors in IHN, I have learned something about food,
the way we share it, and the love we put in it.
It is well-known in our family that I am a “feeder”: I enjoy
preparing food for others, sharing food with others, and encouraging others to
eat together. At IHN nights, sometimes my own family is rushed, having gathered
together at Duke Memorial after our separate days at school, day-care and work.
The food we provide is not always completely home-made, but it definitely has some
love in it.
As I sit with the women, also mothers, who are participating
in IHN, I am often struck by how much we have in common. We sit as we eat,
managing our small children, with their inherent tendency to squirm. We share
the common bond of having small mouths to feed. We look over our children as
they eat their meals, sometimes picking at their food, sometimes relishing each
bite with gusto. After they have eaten, we watch our children as they play
together, as children do, joining together in games of hide-and-seek in Whitford
Hall, or coloring with crayons and decorating bits of paper with stickers, or
creating and flying paper airplanes that soar up into the air above our heads.
Sometimes the other moms and I talk freely, and sometimes we
sit quietly together. What I have gleaned from these evenings is that many of
our hopes and dreams are shared. We want
our children to have healthy meals to eat. We rejoice when our children have
opportunities for education, or a spot secured at a safe day-care center. We
seek safe and nurturing environments for our kids so that they may grow and
flourish. We want our own days to show that we are growing as individuals, and
we share the hope that each day will be a little bit better than the day that
came before.
As echoed in our first Dinner and Discussion, most
of what happens at IHN nights is simply being present together. I alone cannot
lift the burdens that these women carry. And yet during our shared meals, I am
often reminded that through Christian love, there is some assurance that we can
find, build, and strengthen our community together in order to provide an
environment in which we and our children can thrive.
Katie Garman
Feb 2012