I was halfway through them when I started to cry, Oh how I miss her. Thinking of my dads mom. I was making perogies for family dinner tonight. A meal that was increasingly becoming one of my favorites. I instituted it after moving into my boyfriends house. I saw and felt the need for it. These kids needed the connection amongst themselves and with others in the family.
So every Sunday night my house fills up with either just the kids and myself, and Dad if he is home, or sometimes the Auntys come with the cousins. I am in my element in this environment. Surrounded by family, and making food for them.
Years ago, many years ago it was pretty common that my family would get together to share a meal together. My cousins lived not too far from us, as did my other aunt. Those memories of us around the same table, seem to be fading further and faster away. I miss that. Since becoming an adult and mother in my own right, I have longed for the family togetherness that we used to have. But over time, the relationships for whatever became strained, now we hardly talk, let alone have dinner together.
Maybe I’m old school. but in a world where everyone is on their phones 24/7. Where what’s happening on Facebook, Instagram, or the million other social sites is more important than anything else, I think we have lost something. More and more we are losing our families. Sure compared to the 50’s when the nuclear family was still intact, where both Mom and Dad were home for dinner, as were the kids, things are drastically different. Now the nuclear family has all but disappeared in a lot of families. Family comes in many different forms now, but the connection we had with them has changed.
I can’t remember the last time me and my immediate family sat down and had dinner. Maybe high school? My parents have since divorced, we grew up and live in different areas of the country.
Just before I left I got a taste of family dinner of the past, when I got to see my Grandmother. It brought tears to my eyes and it became very apparent just how much I missed this little thing. So when I moved, and was going to have a new family I wanted to do things differently. As important as I think it is for the kids, I knew deep down I needed it too. I needed to connect with those around me.
I selfishly love Sundays. My day is spent usually cleaning then dreaming up the nights menu. Its usually something homemade, like Grandma or Baba made. I want the same feeling I got when I had those meals years ago. But not only that it gave me the chance to pass on family traditions with food. I know the kids get at least one good meal for sure. But seeing them happy and engaged has been the best part of this experience. Nothing makes this Momma happier or prouder than seeing the kids enjoying themselves, connecting with their siblings, me, their Dad, their cousins, Aunts etc.
It makes my heart glow, and makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. I love seeing the joy my cooking, my food brings the people I love. I have never felt more complete, more like a mother than I do now. These family dinners have brought me love and happiness.
As for Babas perogies, well they speak for themselves, and they are always my favorite food to make because it brings me closer to her, and my family traditions and heritage. And that is what these family dinners are all about in the end. Love, family, food, traditions and heritage. ❤ ❤ ❤