Growing up my mother always felt it important to eat together as a family. There was some late dinners in my teen years, with busy agendas, and having to work around four separate work schedules. That hour or so spent eating was a time to catch up, a moment to check in with the rest of the family, even just a chance to spend a little time with the ones you love. So now with my own family a 'together dinner' is something that I also find important.
I have to admit, I don't have the dedication of my own mother, so on the nights of late schedules, when the whines of hunger pains from little ones start, I'm alright setting a table for four instead of five. I can fill Dad in later, meanwhile the four of us can still mutually enjoy a meal together. More commonly however, we are able to gather, all five of us, and give thanks, share stories, make plans, and grow closer.
|Trigger wasn't the only one on cleanup duty, there was also a clucking feathered friend pecking up leftover scraps.|
So does it matter that our kitchen table is really just a worn blanket, and our dinner meal is actually a breakfast favorite...... not at all...... three little boys thankfully cleaned three plastic plates, I heard all about Jo's adventure while riding home from a friend visit, we made a plan on what to have for desert, and we'd all moved in a little closer.... together.