09/23/2025
Eating Soup with a Fork
Life has a funny way of teaching us lessons through the simplest images. Lately, I’ve been thinking about people—some who fill me up, and some who leave me hungry for more. And the best way I can describe it? Eating soup with a fork.
Picture it. You’re hungry, sitting down with a big, warm bowl of soup, and instead of being handed a spoon, you get a fork. Sure, you can make it kind of work. You’ll catch a noodle or two, maybe stab a chunk of carrot. But the broth? The good stuff? It slips right through. You’re left with effort, but never fulfillment.
That’s what some relationships feel like. They take up space at your table, but no matter how much time or energy you pour into them, you never feel nourished. It’s all motion, no satisfaction. And sometimes, it’s messy—like soup dripping off the fork, leaving you wondering why you even tried in the first place.
And let’s be real, as a mom of four boys with practices, games, carpools, and the constant juggle of my own goals, I don’t have the time or energy for fork-soup people. I need spoons in my life—the kind of people who actually help me scoop up the good stuff. The people who see the chaos and don’t just stand by watching, but jump in with me. The ones who leave me feeling full, supported, and satisfied.
The truth is, we all deserve spoon people. People who bring depth, warmth, and enough substance to make us feel like we’re not just surviving the day, but savoring it.
So here’s the lesson I’m taking with me: stop expecting a fork to act like a spoon. If someone keeps leaving you hungry, it’s not because you’re asking for too much—it’s because they were never built to give you enough.
And honestly? I’m done trying to eat soup with a fork.
Forks belong in salad, not soup— and some people and habits belong in your past, not your future!