Good morning folks,
This was our dinner table last night.
I wasn't sure I wanted to share this publicly, but I have decided that it's important to me to annotate this.
I am beyond grateful to have these moments of eating, that do not remotely resemble anything about the supper table when I was growing up.
I didn't feel like I was on pins and needles.
I wasn't waiting for someone to be hit (children and/or myself and my disabled brothers ) for not following the strict protocol.
I wasn't expecting the explosion of violence that could happen at the supper table.
The village was sitting in front of us, twinkling with joy.
The conversation was peaceful as we devoured our delicious homemade pizza.
The atmosphere was one of acceptance and love.
Just writing these words makes me especially grateful, that I get to experience dinners such as these.
I hope that each of you gets to experience suppers like this, that feel healthy, happy and whole so often it becomes your normal.