That’s why dinner is never really just dinner. It’s you sitting down and putting time and attention and hopefully love into the bucket of everyone else at that table. It’s you saying, “You’re important to me. Life is busy and hectic sometimes, but you matter to me.” And when someone’s bucket is full, you know.
Every time we tried something new, the kids would pull back from the table as if we had plated scorpions and a salad of pit vipers. My wife and I discussed this problem and came up with a simple rule. Here it is:
“You can’t hate what you’ve never tried.”
Today marks the end of week two of the dinner challenge. (You can read about the first week “Dinner Unplugged” right here.) This week, we decided to mix it up a little and in addition to eating together, add a “family game” to the mix. My five-year-old will crush you at UNO given the chance so we tend to avoid that particular game. Here’s what we ended up doing instead.
My marriage is better, when my wife and I spend lots of time together.
That’s shocking, right? Who knew that being connected, connected you? Who knew that hanging out, talking and making time for each other were critical parts of growing a healthy marriage? I am dropping some bombs today!
Great marriages don’t just happen. And neither do great families.
Days gets busy. Schedules pull at the seams of the fabric of family life. Soccer practice, business trips, after work meetings, the list of things that compete for our time is extensive. That’s why a few weeks ago on my blog, Stuff Christians Like, I decided I wanted to bring dinner back. More than just wish and hope my family had time for each other, I decided we would make time for each other. Starting with dinner.
I’m not a great cook. I can fry eggs, barely. I say barely because the other day I had to make scrambled eggs for my five-year-old McRae. Turns out she only likes egg whites. I’m not sure who told a five-year-old it was possible to separate whites from the yolk, but I am not terribly pleased with this person. Things were going well until I put the butter in the pan for too long and it kind of burned. Then when I dropped the eggs in, instead of fluffing up to a winter sky white perfection, they turned dark gray. They looked like a pan full of really depressing Counting Crows songs.