As a young child Sunday’s were family day. The family would gather at my grandmother’s house or my aunt’s for dinner. When I had children of my own and my grandmother had passed away I continued the tradition with my husband and kids.
Every Sunday I’d make a big meal. Whether a pot roast, homemade spaghetti sauce, or a turkey dinner, it was a tradition I wanted to pass down to my kids.
Life handed us many challenges. I divorced my ex and move 200 miles away from my family. My new husband didn’t care much for those big meals. He enjoyed spending time outside the house the entire weekend. We feel into a new routine.
Two years ago we had a new baby. My father in law often talked about doing a Sunday dinner. Not every Sunday maybe once or twice a month. It brought back childhood memories of a time I loved.
Gathering around the table talking about your life, hobby’s and hopes. Nowadays life is so busy I feel like we don’t stop and enjoy the people in our life often enough.
One Wednesday my husband suggested we bring dinner over to my in laws. At the time it was because we were both extremely busy with work and needed the extra hour of babysitting. We did this a few more times and then my mother in law offered to cook for us.
It’s only been six weeks, but I believe we’re starting a new tradition. Wednesday is now the new Sunday in our family.