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February 18, 2008

The Worst Dinner Ever

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"The Worst Dinner Ever," as it will be always known, was so unpleasant that it seems permanently etched in my memory. The images from it are tough to shake, like those from a traumatic event -- two over-turned glasses, a screaming baby Miles, a tearful, hungry, but refusing-to-eat-what-was-in-front-of-him 7-year-old Henry, and a hysterical red-faced 9-year-old Julia, who had slipped onto the floor, limbs splayed every which way.

Later that night, Dave could barely utter, "We've got to..." before his words trailed off and his eyes glazed over. I know what he meant to say. It takes moments like this for me to wake up and realize that we might have to make some changes. (Ya think?)

I'd seen a peaceful family dinner on television before, but had no idea how we could get there without instituting our own version of Martial Law. The next morning Dave came up with the solution, "We've got to formalize dinner and begin a tradition that sets the tone and signals the beginning of an important part of the day. They need to take dinner time seriously. Let's try saying some words -- some kind of blessing -- to mark the start of dinner."

I added my two cents by digging through the bookshelf to find A GRATEFUL HEART: DAILY BLESSINGS FROM THE BUDDHA TO THE BEATLES, a collection of poems and quotes to help us with our new tradition.

The next evening we explained the new dinner regime to the kids. Each night someone would read or say our "food-for-thought words," which would mark the beginning of dinner. Everyone would be seated and quiet and no one would begin eating until the words were spoken. When it was your turn, you could say or read whatever you liked. All the normal rules of dinner would apply: napkins in lap; listening to others speak without interrupting; speaking in an "inside" voice at all times; asking to be excused before leaving the table; and clearing the table when dinner was over.

To be honest, I braced myself for an eye roll, but instead I saw smiles and excitement. During the inaugural week of our new tradition, Julia read from Harry Potter, Henry quoted Babe Ruth, Dave read some lyrics from the Beatles, I quoted Walt Whitman, and Baby Miles yelled "Touch Down!" (his newest words).

When I walked into school last week, I saw a new story of Julia's displayed in the hallway near her classroom. As I got closer I realized she was describing "The Worst Dinner Ever." Only instead of writing it as a tragedy, she'd titled it: "Funniest Moment." As I read her version, I finally able to laugh at the memory.

Does your family sit down together for dinner? What kinds of dinner time traditions do you have? Click the comments link below to share ideas.

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