Family Dinner

conversations with hank


Hank: (knocks on my door)

Me: Come in.

Hank: Mama?

Me: Yah, buddy.

Hank: Can I talk with you about something?

Me: Always.

Hank: (finds his way up and under my covers) I know you aren’t feeling well.


Hank: And that papa is on a call with America and this is the only time they could do it.

Me: (nodding)

Hank: And I know that I normally would love to eat my dinner while watching YouTube and Molly is perfectly happy watching cartoons because she’s three, but I just don’t want to see this family turn into this.


Hank: We’re better than this and I want to make sure that tomorrow night we sit down as a family and have a proper dinner.

Me: (desperately trying not to smile) You mean like we did yesterday, and the day before that and for every dinner your whole life?

Hank: Exactly. I just don’t want us to fall into bad habits.

Me: (biting the insides of my cheeks as to not start laughing) I think that is something we can focus on.

Hank: (gaze to the ceiling, hands tossed up in surrender) I just don’t want to see this family fall apart.

Me: Valid point, I agree. Did this idea just occur to you? Did you get lonely out there at our big table all by yourself?

Hank: Yes! At first I thought it would be great, what I always wanted even, but then I looked around and everyone was busy or unwell and I hated it. I never want to all be in the house and not eating together again.  I will wait to eat if I can’t eat with you guys. We can even have a picnic in here if your too sick to come to the table.

Me: I love that idea.

Hank: Thanks for listening, mama.

Me: I am always here to listen. Thank you for coming to me with your concerns.

Hank: You’re welcome. (burrowing back out from under my covers and leaving just as quickly as he came)