Growing up family dinners were with my sister. We did not have dinner as a family. My mother worked so my sister took care of cooking. She always made mac and cheese with beef patties. I remember my mother cooking salmon patties once and I was upset because they were awful. Growing up I was picky and if I saw onion or garlic go into the pan I did not eat it. Spoiled, and ungrateful. I would have to eat what I did not like first and end with what I did. This lessons taught me many things, regardless if it was not a family dinner setting.
Now that I am older I have children of my own. Its important I make them dinner as often as possible. I also enjoy the family time at the dinner table. The two boys and myself will discuss the day, whats is the plan for the next day and what they would like to do. Christian my four year old has a stuttering problem. So he gets to sit face to face with me. Its the one time I can catch Jeremiah, the seven year old, from finishing his sentence. Jeremiah is my oldest son, and the protector. He always has seem to have the rules down and wants you to know when they are crossed. He likes to be so grown up. He is the one who initiates conversation with his twist. Chris likes to ask me how I felt about things. I hold this time dear.