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Thursday Night Family Dinner

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A family gathering, November 2005

One of the reasons I am so excited to move home is because finally, finally after three-and-a-half years, finally I get to participate in Thursday Night Family Dinner. My mother always spends Thursday afternoons with my niece, and then my brother and sister-in-law come over for dinner, and often times, at least when I’m in town, most of the other siblings and their partners and various off-spring come over, at least whoever is free that night, and we all sit around the dining room table and eat something wonderful and talk about our day and what’s been going on lately, and sometimes we end up reminiscing and telling family stories, and those are my favorite times of all.

Other times we have a big family fight and someone stomps out of the room and everyone whispers in hushed tones and the person who said something to make the other person mad goes upstairs to apologize and then the mad person and the apologetic person come downstairs and we all eat ice cream. Or graham crackers with peanut butter and honey.

When I was growing up, my parents and I sat around the dinner table every night, ate a meal my mother cooked, and talked about our day. Which usually led to us talking about other things, like something great that happened, or something that was bothering us. Dinner time was our time to reconnect as a family. When I was really little, I would get sleepy listening to Mama and Papa talk and I’d crawl into Papa’s lap and lay my head on his chest and the deep rumbling of his voice would lull me to sleep.  Later he’d carry me upstairs, say my prayers with me, and tuck me in. In the mornings Mama would wake me up singing, she’d fix me breakfast and pack my lunch and Papa would walk me to the bus stop so we could spend a little extra time together. In the afternoons I walked home with the other kids and Mama would be waiting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper and we’d sit and have snacks and visit and then I’d do my homework while she cooked dinner and when Papa came everyone smiled and laughed and kissed and hugged and then we ate dinner and talked about our day. Family dinner made my childhood better.

Mike and I eat dinner together at the table every night we possibly can, which for the last year and a half has been nearly every single night. I adore our dinners together. Next to when we finally curl up at the end of the day, dinner is my favorite time of day. Dinner is when we reconnect, talk about our day, the great things that have happened, something that’s bothering us. It’s our one guaranteed hour of quality time in the day. It’s a gift from one to the other.

When something is bothering me I need a little time to warm up before I can talk about it. I can’t just pin Mike down at the end of a busy week and dump my heart out. I’ve got to spend a little quality time with him, talk about the weather, the dogs, something stupid, anything. I’m slow to warm. Which is not to say I don’t feel safe with Mike, because if there is anyone I feel safe with, it’s him. That man has known me through some of the ugliest moments of my life and he has always stood next to me, arms open and ready to catch me the moment I fell. I’m no psychologist, but I believe that open and honest communication is the only way to have a solid relationship. And open and honest communication only comes when you are able to communicate on a regular and frequent basis, because communication = human connection. Therefore family dinner = human connection = happy marriage = happy family.

I was not at all prepared for the loss of connection with the people I love the most when I moved to New York. Of course we’ve all made the best of it, found ways to connect through social media and lengthy emails and photos and regular visits. But it’s going to be so much better when I’m not so far away! And also more annoying, probably. There is nothing like seeing someone on a regular basis to make you feel like they’re driving you crazy. Even that considered, I’m really excited to go home and take part in Thursday Night Family Dinner. I can’t wait to hear about everyone’s day, what’s on their mind, what’s going on. I can’t wait to be a part of their lives again, and have them a part of mine. I can’t wait for everyone to get to know Mike better, and for me to get to know his family better. And also? I can’t wait until the day we get to bring our own off-spring to dinner, Thursday nights and every night.*

*That’s at least twenty-two months away,** so don’t get excited.

**Not that I’m counting or anything.

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  • ‘Cita

    Roses with Thorns, my dear – we’re all roses with thorns. ;}

    • You speak the truth!

  • Dawn

    Hey Trisha,

    So I don’t know if you remember me or if I am just a name from the past (Dawn Daley) but I had to comment. Your blog is the only one I read. I don’t really have time to read any blogs, but I make time for yours. I often read them months at a time because, as I said, I really don’t have time, but I have to catch up from the last time I read. It usually happens at night while I’m in bed, supposed to be sleeping. I read your most recent blog and then I have to read back to the last time read because I can’t stand feeling like I missed something important.

    I love your writing! It is so seemingly effortless, although I know sometimes you struggle (which I only know because you say so, otherwise I would have no clue.)

    Anyway….Congratulations on your impending move and your career change. Good luck finding a home with enough room for your fur babies and something green.

    Oh and I you’ll have to post a video of your Long Island accent (I know old blog, but I was just catching up) because that is where my mom and her family is from, so I am super familiar with it

    • Dawn

      One more thing…

      You will be an AWESOME mommy in at least 22 months! I think your kids will have SO much fun with you!

    • Frost

      Dawn! How could I NOT remember you?? I am so excited to hear from you! Your comment made my day. Thank you for your wonderful words — it means a lot to me that you read my rambled thoughts. And one day you will definitely hear my Long Island accent. I think it’s pretty fabulous and I’m eager to show it off. 🙂 xoxox t.

      • Dawn

        Aww thanks!
        Well you’ll have to say my name the correct way when you let us hear it, none of this “Don” business!