My mom taught me the ritual of family dinner.
Monday through Friday we sat down together as a family to eat and talk about our day. Dad came home, siblings in from riding our bikes, hands washed, table set, everyone at the table until dessert was over and the kitchen cleaned. Then you were excused.
I've carried on that tradition with my daughters.
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