Family Dying Tradition

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Family Dinner: A Dying Tradition
The era of dining as a family is coming to an end. I find this to be so distressing and tragic because it personally affects my family. Just a generation ago, 80 percent of families ate their meals together every night and the numbers have dwindled since. Now, in 2017, 40 percent of American families eat dinner together, and even then, usually no more than two or three times a week (Food Marketing Institute). Within the last 20-30 years, something has changed. This tradition is dying because people now are constantly busy, becoming caught up in life and just do not value family time as much as past generations. According to the study, “Correlations in Family Meals…”, “Family meals offer routine and consistency …show more content…

This spot allows families to bond and connect whether they realize it or not. For my family, this place has always been the kitchen. I imagine the aged, wooden table from my old house that is long since gone. The table would repulse anyone who didn’t know my family. The original color of the table was a reddish brown, but after years and years of meals eaten around that poor table, it was unrecognizable. The table legs had been chewed rough by my dog, Muggles, when he was a puppy, the underside of the table was covered in stickers from my pre-school years when I collected them, the top of the table had seen the worst of me though; pink nail polish, sharpie, countless drink spill stains and God knows what else covered the table. Now, I see why my mom would put a tablecloth on our table when guests came …show more content…

Whenever they are around constantly, spending time with family becomes tiresome and we don’t value the time as much. When I was in kindergarten, my oldest brother, Cody, was deployed to Iraq for the military and a few years after, David moved out too. Our table now felt empty without two of it's members. They left their squeaky wooden chairs cold and unsat. My sister and I grew to love sports, meaning we were never home around dinner time because we had practice. This meant less family time. As I got older, I spent more time with friends and left my family in the dust. The dinner table became just a random table, and was rarely sat at now. Every moment at home was spent in front of our 55’ inch TV, in my own world, where I wanted nothing to do with my family. In our house, family meals ceased. It became heating up a frozen dinner, doing my own thing for the night, then going to bed. This became routine. In sixth grade, I cared about no one except myself, why would I? At the end of my sixth grade year, my parents sat me down at the table I had once cherished and loved, and told me that we would be moving. My world shattered, this house was my everything. I realized then that I took all of this family time for granted and I would never be able to get it

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