There is always a lot of discussion about the importance of having a family meal with your kids. For my family, like a lot of others, that meal is dinner. I honestly wish that it wasn’t.
I find dinner time to be THE most stressful part about my whole day. There is a huge preparation period for such a little payoff. Sometimes I feel like I am wasting my time making the kids a dinner that I know will most likely go uneaten. I know what foods the kids like, I just don’t know what days they might like to eat them. I could ask them before dinner what they might like to eat, and when the time comes to actually eat, they could have changed their mind. So much fun.
Once dinner is made and put in front of them, it only seems that the actual time that we sit down together is spent arguing over the kids not eating. What kind of enjoyable family time is it when you are trying to shove green beans down your kids throats, while they are yelling at you that they will only eat pasta. It frustrates me to no end.
I would ask you if this is the quality time that we are looking for. In an ideal world (one that does not exist) the family is sitting down discussing the days events while they eat every last bit of their beef stroganoff. Do homes like this actually exist, and is it possible with a five and eight year old that don’t understand the importance of the family meal?
I know we should be doing this every day, but it’s hard. I find myself rushing away from the family table because I can’t put up with the constant battles over food. Dinner time should be a time that we look back on fondly as one where we came together as a family; it’s an important time indeed, but more often it seems like a time that I would rather forget.