What Mom Taught Me About Getting Dinner On The Table

When I was a little girl, I had dinner with my family—my mom and whichever older siblings were still at home—every night. I don't remember my mom ever making a big deal about it, and as a divorced, working mother running a daycare out of our home, she certainly didn't spend a ton of time in the kitchen. But it was an accepted fact: at 6:00 PM, dinner would be on the table, and we'd all be sitting around it. In the midst of my fairly unpredictable and disjointed childhood, family dinners came to be something I could rely on, a ritual that shapes my memories of growing up. ...more
Love this post. I can totally relate. I'm often frazzled at dinnertime, and we do have the ...more