At The Table
We sit down at the table every night for dinner together. We always have. Even when Roozle was an infant. I grew up with a family dinner table. We mostly all ate together every night. The tv was off. Records played. The Annie soundtrack was always my choice when it was my night to pick the record. My brothers loved it.
Lately, we’ve been having some trouble with getting Roozle to sit at the table with us. She will take a bite of dinner, leave the table, run around like a maniac, then come back for another bite. For a few weeks it felt like all we did at dinner is talk to her about coming back to the table. It wasn’t working.
So last week we made a rule. Roozle loves rules. No really, she does. She likes to know what is expected of her and does a pretty good job with them if we are consistent about it. The new rule is: You have to stay at the table until the parents are finished. You don’t have to eat if you don’t want to, but you do have to sit with us. And if you can’t keep your body in your chair, you have to wear a seatbelt to help you stay in it.
The first night we had to use the seatbelt. It was not fun. But it worked. With lots of complaining and some crying, but it worked. We haven’t had to use it since, thankfully, because Roozle now knows the limit and has willingly joined us at the table. Much better.
What does dinner look like at your house? Do you eat at the table most nights?