Something limitedperiodonly posted alot earlier on in the thread got me thinking.
It's true that the idealised family meal time of the whole family passing anecdotes and interesting conversations over a delicious cooked meal is often far from the reality of family dinner.
I rarely 'do' family dinner and have felt guilty about it for years. Like I was guilty of ripping the fabric of family life into smithereens!
I love everything family dinner and Sunday lunch stands for. I care deeply about the values of togetherness and connection and daily sharing.
So why don't I bloody well pull my finger out and walk the talk?!
Well I've just clicked why. It's a case of stating the bleeding obvious but if appears I was so busy ignoring it I genuinely didn't 'get it' until now.
Flash of insight from the heavens.
I grew up with enforced family dinners and they were the absolute worst time of the day. Each day, every day, for years, with no respite. 18 years, you'd get less for murder.
Dinner was when my mother had a captive audience to abuse me and my darling sister, and my dad. Abuse over food and abuse with food. A truly wonderful combination. I knew this of course, and predictably had an eating disorder then and now, and i do food very, very differently in my house. Very protective of DS and his relationship to food. But didn't somehow relate it to my failure to do these dinners that I rationally believe in yet somehow never quite happen.
I've just gone down a bit of a rabbit hole with some rather unpleasant memories and flashbacks. Not just me but my sister, and the ways I tried to protect her, and her me. Really took me back.
It's taken me by surprise to remember quite how bad it was, and it makes so much sense that it's still effecting me today in ways I didn't clock before.
I feel a lot less guilty about family dinners now though :)
Illuminating, but not the lightest of threads for me.