Sundays at Five

Sunday supper,

Our kids are growing up. One lives on his own, another with her mother. Both are within a short drive though and so I decided to try and institute an every Sunday family meal so that we all get a bit of face time and the time to connect, catch up and stay caught up. Hence, Sundays at Five.

Kitchen table.

After consulting with the kids, this is the best time on Sundays to eat. Sunday is not a party night. Sunday does have standing band practices and, for another, Dungeons and Dragons, so we aim to please and most of the time most of the kids show up.

L to R: Martina, Randall, Elizabeth

On Sunday morning I send out a reminder text to the kids, a few of whom walk into the living room from the other end of the house laughing that I would text them from a room away. I’m hoping that the lure of free food will turn into a habit that will carry into marriages and children all gathering at my house on Sunday afternoons a la ‘Soul Food.’ So far so good.

Mark and his one true love, a big slab of meat. (He *is* reaching for the salad, much to my delight.)
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About Blue Eagle Dreamer

Shamanic High Priestess and facilitator of empowerment and healing circles for girls and women, including a monthly Red Tent Temple. BA in English, minor in anthropology. Waldorf homeschool mom. Reiki master, cranial sacral therapist, herbalist, menstruvist, feminist, epicurian.
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