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Erin Spatz: Breaking bread together

  • Tuesday, May 14, 2013

  • Updated Monday, September 23, 2013 11:11 am

When I was a kid we sat down at the table every night as a family and ate dinner together. For the life of me, I cannot recall a single conversation we had at the dinner table, but I can remember what time dinner was served, 6:15.

I also cannot recall anyone missing too many of those dinners. It would stand to reason that with four kids in the house that someone would have missed dinner at some point. I, only recall a few of the actual meals that were served. My favorite being stuffed grape leaves and my nightmare dinner, this horrible concoction called “Potato Stuff.” Worst dinner ever. It had sausage, spaghetti sauce, potatoes and bisquick. It was so bad that my siblings and I still discuss its grossness.

For a long time we were so consistent about sitting down at the table as a family every night. Talking about our favorite parts of our day. I looked forward to cooking something they would all like to eat. And, then somewhere along the way we became less consistent and ate together at the table less often.

Sometimes, the kids after school activities ran right through dinner, causing us to either eat dinner in the car or eat sandwiches as fast as humanly possible.

Each time we eat dinner seperately my heart breaks a little. I miss that time of connection and getting to hear about everyone’s day. Hearing what each person thought was the best part of the day. And, my heart really breaks, when the kids get excited that we are eating together. They love it and say it’s their favorite.

It is so important to me, to have my family gather around a table and eat a meal together. Something happens when you break bread together. It’s a connection that is different than your daily interactions. It’s purposeful.
The intentions are clear, I plan to spend 30 minutes with all of you hearing about your day. I am making time for you, my family because you are important to me.

How I go about making that happen again is a mystery. But, one that thing I know for sure is it’s a mystery I intend to solve.

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