Dinner Conversation


Dinnertime has always been an important part of my life. Even though she worked full time, my mother always still came home and cooked dinner for us. We rarely ate fast food. As much as schedules would allow, the five of us—my two sisters, my parents and I—ate together as a family.

I wish I had one of those dinner table conversations recorded somehow. I would love to know what they were like and what we talked about, because honestly, I only have vague recollections—probably because they were such a part of my life that I took them for granted. I never stopped to soak it in. My father told me that we all talked over each other and non-stop. With three girls, I imagine that’s about right.

Now that I’m married with a family of my own, dinnertime is still one of the things I cherish. I know my daughter is only three, and we only have one child, but it’s still important to me that we sit down together for dinner as much as we can.

Life is about the moments, like simple dinner conversation. As an adult, I try to stop and remember that as much as I can. I try to make a conscious effort to hit the record button in my brain from time to time and soak it all in. Because the moments? Well, you don’t get them back.


An excerpt from tonight’s dinner:

CHARLIE: I was not a good listener at the store.

ME: No, she wasn’t.

GREG: No, huh? (To Charlie taking a fork full of pasta) Here. Eat your dinner.

CHARLIE: Two more bites and then I’n done?  (not a typo, she says “I’n”)

ME: We’ll see. Have some of the asparagus—the green stuff

CHARLIE: But I don’ like the green stuff.

GREG: Here have this piece. It’s small.

ME: Try just one piece. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to have any more.

CHARLIE: Shakes her head no.

ME: Then I guess you don’t want your dessert.

CHARLIE: She takes the asparagus piece and shoves it in her mouth smiling.

ME: (To Greg )Sorry about the mushrooms, Honey. I totally forgot about them until I was tasting it and thought something was missing. (To Charlie) Charlie, tell Daddy about school today.

CHARLIE: I cried.

GREG: You cried at school?

ME: Yes, Miss Kim said you cried. Tell Daddy why.

CHARLIE: I pointed to the bathroom.

ME: Miss Kim said that when you need to go potty, you start to cry instead of just going or telling someone you need to. And you won’t use your words, you just point.

GREG: Oh, Charlie…

ME: Eat some chicken, Honey,

CHARLIE: Two more bites and then I’n done.

GREG Okay. (Sectioning off two big pieces of chicken) These two bites.

CHARLIE: And I gonna have green ice cream!

ME: (To Charlie—trying to get back to today’s school issue and trying to use peer pressure to my advantage) You can go potty at school whenever you have to go. You don’t need to cry. Does Mia cry at school when she has to go potty?

CHARLIE: Shakes head no.

ME: Nope she just gets up and goes. Does Samantha cry when she has to go?

CHARLIE: Um…yes.

ME: She does?

CHARLIE: She says, “It’s not comin’ out.”

Greg and I both laugh

GREG: Man, the things we know about these kids.

ME: (To Greg) Well, we still have to work on letters and numbers. Samantha can count up to 100. And she recognizes the numbers on paper.

GREG: Really? Man, we blew it. Six months at home with both parents– she should be reading the classics. Instead she can quote Scooby Doo.

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  1. Lisa Kelly says:

    Very funny… great post.


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