Family Table

photo tableMy dear husband just posted a rash of old photos on facebook and as I look at them, one thing jumps out at me: the bedrock of our family has always been the dining room table. Made of solid barn wood and heavy iron, it’s mass symbolizes the importance of the moments that have taken place there. It has scratches from hundreds of meals on it and each one is precious. It is the place that we can come to at least once a day to be nourished, stomach and heart.

If you haven’t noticed, I am wild about the family meal. From my children’s early years, it was very important to me to have a healthy, home cooked meal on the table at least 5 or 6 nights a week. Food, for me, has a language all it’s own. If cooked properly, it contains the love it is prepared with. It is a warm hug from the inside and a way to make sure I get the minimum vital nutrients into my loved ones, which is always foremost on my mind.

But something else has become apparent to me that is even better. There is a power in the ritual of the day in and day out of coming together. There is a foundation of care, a practice of showing up. The intuitive knowing by each family member that they are valued through the simple act of being provided a meal is a powerful thing. They can count on that sustenance and the communion that takes place during the process of eating it. This is how bonds are made, trust is developed, love is shared. And since each conversation at that table is not always a peaceful one, I would argue that learning compromise, negotiation and respect are also lessons to be had at the family table.

It is easy to grow weary after years, months, hours spent meal planning, shopping, food prepping and stirring the pot over a hot stove. Or after the many nights when a picky someone says they are not eating this meal in that passive-aggressive way of stalling and pushing their food around. But I revive myself when I look at those many photographs and understand that these are the moments when lives were formed. And no matter what city we live in, if we can gather around this table, we will be home.

*Dedicated to Chandler who gave me the idea for this post. XO

10 thoughts on “Family Table

  1. Delicious food for thought!

    So many great memories are made at the dinner table! Family meals are well worth the effort it takes to get this to happen. We tend to eat a little later than most, just so that we can make this happen for our family.


  2. All four of us just got up from the table. It is TRULY a time where we are genuinely present in mind, body and soul. We also have had much, much laughter, which is my favorite!
    Cheers 🙂


  3. Another wonderful post! Though I adore every meal I have with Rick at our very large kitchen table, I still miss those days when all 5 of us gathered around it. It just seems SO big now for just the two of us, but I don’t think I can ever part with the table. Fortunately, there are still times when Jason, Zach, and Emily are home together…and I can barely get a word in edge-wise!


    1. It is bittersweet! I have to say that as our circle gets smaller around the table, my heart does ache more for the past when everyone was here. Although, as you say, the noise level definitely goes up and the quiet can be nice at times.


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