But my dinners have legs. I know this because my friends tell me that they are making the blah blah I told them about. I try to share my wisdom of dinner in an hour or less, and my recipes for survival on particularly crazy days when activities butting up against the dinner hour on both sides leave barely enough time for a meal.
For our family, dinner is more than a meal. Its a time when we can all look each other in the eyes and find out how each person is doing.
We start each meal with a toast. Sometimes we toast an upcoming activity, or a recent success, or simply getting through a particularly grueling day.
Our meals feed our bellies and our hearts.
My husband is a great story teller and always has stories about the antics of co-workers, embellished into caricatures to such a degree that the kids long to hear about what took place that day.
My son, ever the inventor, explains his newest idea, which we then talk about in terms of market potential. My daughter recounts the activities of her friends in the neighborhood, along with wonderful color commentary about her teachers.
Ever the planner and taskmaster in the house, I review homework assignments, club activities and family schedules.
It brings our busy days to closure. We connect with each other and refresh our souls for the next.
My husbands answer to my question is always the same: Something delicious. It almost always is.
Teressa Jiminez is a mom, wife, daughter, sister, friend and full time employee for a major technology firm. She lives in Chapel Hill, NC.
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Teressa Jiminez is a mom, wife, daughter, sister, friend and full-time employee for a major technology firm. She lives in Chapel Hill, NC.