Mom's Wish Come True

While I was growing up, my family wasn't very chatty. We ate dinner in front of the TV. One or more of us usually had our nose buried in a book...even while we were watching TV.

When I was 8 or 9, my mom decided that we should eat dinner at the dining room table so we could talk. What?! My dad and I behaved like spoiled brats - we didn't say one word in protest of this new development.

That was the first and last time my mom tried to make us eat at the dining room table.

Fast forward 24 years. I have dinner with my parents at least once a week now. We eat at their dining room table. And you couldn't shut us up if you tried.

I don't know if it's the challenges my family has faced over the years, or if it was my living in a different city for six years, or what, but whatever the reason, I'm glad we've become close and can really talk with one another now. I wouldn't trade the relationship I have with my parents for anything.

Love you Mom and Dad!