As a girl, my mother always had a homecooked dinner on the table each night. We’d say grace and then dig into beef stew, chicken casserole, hamburgers, or chicken pot pie. Her trademark is comfort food, the kind you adore in the winter, and it never disappointed. Cell phones weren’t invented and we never answered the land line during supper. Instead, we talked as a family. I tried to shout over my older brothers when I got tired of discussing football plays and my dad complained about his boss and my mom talked PTA. Because of this, we always knew what was happening in the the family, who had a bad day, and when there was something to celebrate.
Recently, we started doing official sit-down family dinners as our own tiny family. It was much more chaotic in the beginning with Harrison going to bed earlier and me being so depressed and tired, but now we have a good rhythm that means supper on the table at 7pm-ish and Harrison gets our full attention. Since I’m at work all day and not getting to see the majority of Harry’s waking hours, I like to ask him simple questions about his day. I’ve heard of turning these into “official dinner questions” where each child answers the same questions ever night (and they change as the child grows). I am really digging that idea.
Bonus? You’ll get to hear some amazing things in “toddler speak,” like how he saw a “big truck with two wheels!” but you know that the truck had waaay more wheels than that.