Dinner. At my house it may not taste good but it’s important that you are there.
Dinner at my house growing up consisted of our family and Pat Sajak. We tried to solve the puzzles each day on the 6″ tv that was in our kitchen.
Were we connecting as a family? My first thought is no, however, we were all interacting with the same program towards the same cause of solving the puzzle.
Fast forward 30 years and there isn’t a tv on during dinnertime in my kitchen. We have always played word games with the kids at the table. Something as simple as “Things that start with the letter B”. Even my youngest child could participate.
While the words may be nonsensical, the laughter that ensues carries us through. The laughter and time spent at that round table connect us.
As the kids have gotten older the games at the table have changed. We may not eat together each night but we still make sure that we are all there three to four nights a week. Ipods and phones are not allowed at the table either. Their friends can wait 30 minutes. Having teens makes me realize that I don’t have them there for very much longer and I want to make sure I take advantage of every opportunity I have to be with them.
They won’t remember what they ate but hopefully they will remember time spent at the small round table in our kitchen.