I thought yesterday would never end.
It was just a moment of exasperation. "Why don't my kids listen? Why don't they stop fighting for just a minute?"
It was a moment of frustration. "When will they play without ceasing to tattle on each other?"
It was a moment of hurt feelings. "Why does it hurt to hear my son tell me he is tired of me? After a talk about being kind, he still said, 'But, I am still tired of you, Momma.'"
It was a moment of exhaustion. "When will my husband get home?"
Finally, the day turned into evening.
We gathered together for dinner. One by one the children came to the table. They asked over and over if they could eat, as they waited on us to finished getting everything to the table.
We said Grace. We ate. We talked. We laughed. Together.
In a moment of hilarity, I laughed at my son joking with my husband.
In a moment of adoration, I smiled at my daughter as she imitated her brothers.
In a moment of clarity, my eyes met my son's eyes and I recognized that our bond is not broken.
In the moment that I finished eating, I looked from each of my children to my husband and realized my life is full. I am thankful for each one that sits around my table.
It was just dinner.
They say that eating together as a family is important. I believe it.
Last night at dinner, I feasted on the love, the happiness, the togetherness of my family.
The best dinners are the ones when I remember the real substance at my table.