Family Dinners

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In response to my middle daughter cutting off contact, and once I got past the hurt and humiliation, I decided that it is closeness, not distance, I want to harbour in my family. Hence the family dinners. Once a month, same Sunday, I invite our kids to a home cooked meal.

My husband suggested that I ask for commitments ahead of time to avoid disappointment, but I said: “No. I will set the date and time, and whoever can come will.”

With the exception of the daughter who wasn’t talking to me, all come. It’s a delightful surprise, since getting together usually takes a lot of back and forth.

Feedback after our last dinner:
“I always wanted a family that would hold Sunday dinners” (from a daughter-in-law)

  • “Was this the third or fourth dinner? I know I missed one.” (It was the third)
  • “Thanks Mom, we’re always excited to come.”

Best of all, my daughter has opened the door for conversation again. I’d better find the fold up chairs!

(Photo courtesy of my son)

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