Family Meeting
As a teenager, I was fortunate enough to have a family that met with one another over dinner, over breakfast, over lunch, over an afternoon snack, over an evening bowl of ice cream, pretty much any time someone sat at the table. I remember sitting down to a meal and hours later still be seated engrossed in conversations. They were not always shallow and playful either. Those are important but we used to have depth and we weren't afraid to talk about the hard stuff. You know the stuff. The topics that make you vulnerable, that leave you naked and exposed. I lived for those times of just gathering around the table, talking, laughing, but most importantly being apart of the family. Too often, groups of people reside under one roof without being a family. They share the same DNA, the same mannerisms, the same behaviors, but rarely do they share anything else. I remember being apart of that kind of family too. Now the one I described in the first para...