Where Connection, Chaos, and Childhood All Meet at the Table for the Family Dinner
Raise your hand if your family still eats dinner together every night — or at least one night a week. I’m talking about the table in the kitchen, the dining room, or a backyard picnic table.
I grew up in an era when everyone was expected to be at the dinner table every night. You could have activities before or after dinner, but dinner was at the same time every evening, and the entire family was expected to be there. This was where the day’s adventures were shared, laughter was abundant, and the food was really good. You could skip dessert if you had a project due or a friend to meet. And yes, there was always dessert.
Dinner was a time when your parents got to take a good look at you. They never said they were using it for that, but they were quietly taking your social and emotional temperature. If they sensed something was not quite right, inevitably you would get a late‑night visit. A conversation would ensue. When something was on your mind, it was not allowed to go more than 24 hours before it was explored.
At the time, that was a pain. You knew it was coming. You tried to mask whatever it was and generally did not want to talk about it, but the inevitable visit made that impossible. Sometimes your issue was with the other parent, and despite assurances that it would remain private, you knew it would eventually be shared. Resolution was necessary for harmony. Most of the time, the issue was with another kid — a sibling or a friend. Talking it out loud did help, but you still wanted to avoid it. No matter how many times the conversation was helpful, you still resisted it.
In addition to these talks, dinner was good for other things as well. All planning took place over dinner. Who was going where and for how long. What was needed for the next school project. Embarrassing each other about girlfriends and boyfriends. Talking about upcoming vacations, Thanksgiving at Grandma’s, or the embarrassing things that happened at the last one.
So many times people talked over each other, all trying to capture the table’s attention. If you got too distracted with your story and went on too long, you would find that the sibling next to you had forked something off your plate. I learned never to ask for the salt, because while watching it travel down the table, my brother would be eating things off my plate, making the salt entirely unnecessary.
Yes, it sounds like chaos. And it probably was.
For more reflections on family connection, communication, and emotional development, explore articles on Psychology Today and research from Greater Good Science Center.
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By Dr. Gloria K Vanderhorst
