For the first time in a long while, we sat down as a family and ate dinner. We invited our now-grown and-on-her-own daughter and her roommate, and made our active 15-year-old son cut short his social activities. Of course, he brought Tommy with him. We love Tommy. We think of him as a son. In fact, today is his 17th birthday. His home life is a challenge and yet you will not meet a nicer, more respectful, hardworking young man. Always ready with his quick wit and charming smile. A testimony to not letting the struggles in life get you down. And one of the reasons we’ve decided to make Sunday night dinner a priority. Along with, of course, spending time with our own children. Something we don’t take advantage of often enough. It makes me think of the three kids I gave birth to. Grown and finding their own way into adulthood, more than a thousand miles away, without the benefit of eating around their mother’s table. It reminds me of how much I miss their physical presence in our life.
My husband and I eat dinner together most nights but Trent (the 15-year-old) usually comes in later having already eaten or looking for a quick snack before bed. We do “Taco Tuesday Nights”, which is a family favorite but not often enough. Last night was great. We chatted and laughed and enjoyed each others company without the television blaring or phones ringing. Considering there were four teenagers at the table that says a lot. Dinner was actually short and sweet.The boys left to go meet up with a pro-bike team that was in town and Courtney and Caleb left to finish up their errands and chores before starting another work week, Much like what responsible, adults-in-the-making do. Good for them. The only thing left to do was to enjoy the homemade vanilla ice cream I had made for dessert! Creamy goodness with sliced almonds toasted in a bit of coconut oil! Boy, did they miss out!
I called Courtney a short while later and asked her what she thought about setting Sunday nights aside for dinner. She was all for it. Especially since Caleb’s mom and dad just moved across the state line, more than five hours away. No weekly family dinners for him. Until now. So Caleb, this is for you too. Another place to call home.
How about you, dear readers? Does your family eat a traditional, sit-down-every-night-together meal? Or are you more of a hit-and-miss mess? How about those of you that live alone? Wouldn’t it be nice to serve a home cooked meal to others that might enjoy some human companionship and conversation? Food brings people together. Invite your neighbor, or your co-worker or that family member that lives right around the corner and you never see. Food brings people together. Sometimes family is more than sharing blood. It’s sharing your heart and your table. And for this girl, nothing brings me more joy than feeding fresh, wholesome food to anyone who graces my table. Especially Tommy. Happy birthday son!