When I was a kid we lived in a small trailer. There was little room for a kitchen table and the small table that we did have was generally cluttered with paper. Often times our meals were consumed sitting at T.V. trays in the tiny living area.
In fact, the only time I recall eating at a dinner table with everyone was on rare occasions when we’d go over to someone’s house – like my Grandparents – Â for a holiday.
The more I think about my upbringing the more I realize just why dinners with family are so special to me, and why I want my children to experience them as often as possible.
