It's hard for me to grasp the concept that some families never gather around the dinner table. Maybe it's the 1950's housewife in me, but my favorite time of the day is when we all come together to chat about our days over a warm supper, whether it be home-cooked or simple take out. Before Levi bounced into our lives, Husby and I rarely ate at the table. We would fill our plates in the kitchen and nestle together on the couch each night and that was "our time" to relax and unwind from our busy days. But now that we have a child and feel more like a "family" than just a "couple", the dinner table is very important to us.
I look back on my childhood with such fond memories of the dinner table - Dad walking through the door with his briefcase in his hand every evening at 6:05 and we gathered for supper immediately upon his arrival. We talked about what was going on at school and the town happenings. We thanked God for the food He blessed us with, we praised Mom on her preparation and we left the table happy and full each and every night. We all helped clear the table and then Mom and I washed dishes and scrubbed the kitchen clean. It was such a great nightly ritual that provided such stability and comfort in my life, now that I look back on it. I want the same for Levi.
Husby has always been so good to compliment my dishes and thank me for preparing it. Little Levi has taken note, I think, because when we gather around our dinner table, he always says, "Nummy- Nummy, Mommy!" after his first bite. It's just the most precious thing. He doesn't say it at restaurants, but if he knows that I made it, he always tells me it is "nummy". I remember going to certain friends houses growing up, sitting down to eat and everyone scarfing their food and not saying a word about the meal. It always made me feel sorry for the Mom. Now that I AM a Mom, I realize what work it is to keep up a house, a child, life's commitments and prepare a hot meal at the end of the day. It's exhausting at times, and I know that I appreciate the encouragement. No one wants to feel unnoticed or unappreciated for their efforts.
Clean up after meals at our house is a joint effort. Levi even helps load the dishwasher! (Please. No one spoil it by telling him that it is not really a fun thing. I like him to think it is. And so far, it's working.) Cleaning up is a breeze when everyone has a hand in it. My grandparents had a great thing going - he cooked every night and she went behind him cleaning up. How nice would that be? I would LOVE to just cook and Husby clean it all up! Haha! But I'm just thankful that I have his help at all.
Sitting around the table with Husby and my Weebie the other evening, I started reflecting on the dinner table and wondering what goes on at yours ....
Do you sit at the table to eat?
Do you pray before your meal?
Does your family compliment your food?
Who cleans up?
What is it like at your house?