Why My Kids Aren’t Allowed to Talk at the Dinner Table
I love interacting with my friends/fans/readers on Facebook. It's fun, it's entertaining, and most of all it's educational. For example, I thought the word pet peeve meant one thing, and some of my awesome Facebook buds told me otherwise.
I thought this was the definition of a pet peeve. You know, stuff that annoys you even if it's irrational.
I was wrong.
Apparently, having a pet peeve and mentioning it on Facebook means you make rules based on those pet peeves. Amazing, right? I thought so, too.
While some of these people obviously have their kids glued to electronics – except at dinner – we don't. We talk to our kids all the time. Before school, sometimes during school. And always after school. Then there's bath time, bed time, and plenty of other times where we talk.
I also didn't say that we don't allow the kids to talk at the dinner table. I just said it annoyed me when kids did so. There are lots of things that annoy me that I still let my kids do (hello pop music).
While Ashley said that it's “mandatory” for her kids to be at the table and talk about their day, it's not mandatory at our house – and that's okay. We talk about our days pretty much constantly, not just at designated times.
Tierra somehow gathers from my pet peeve that kids aren't allowed to be social and interact. But I'm pretty sure going to work with mom, hanging out with their other mom, and now having a new “sister” exchange student requires being at least a tiny bit social. No?
Marty thought that because I said it was annoying, kids didn't get to speak at the dinner table. Wrong.
Sherri, the point of dinner is to eat.
Patience had a nicer comment. The whole #judgingnotjudging I really do love. We actually do allow talking at the dinner table, and since becoming a Mom I've learned not to let my pet peeves rule my life – or my kids lives.
Nichole … well, she created a new pet peeve for me. People that like to act like they know what they're talking about when they don't.
Whitney says I'd hate her house. I wouldn't. :) Felt the need to include that one. ;)
At our house, we spend time together all day. Every day. The kids go to school, and we work. Then, when they get home, we spend the ENTIRE evening together. If I'm not here, Rachel is. Or we both are.
How many families can say they have a parent working at home to support their family financially, while also spending time with them every single evening?
How many families can say that they speak to each other all the time, not just at designated times?
How many families can say they've supported their child's entrepreneurial spirit and helped them start a business when they were 10 years old?
I might not be the best mom in the world, but I'm a damn good one – and so is Rachel. I won't feel guilty for having some stupid random pet peeve.
In all honesty, it really annoys me when people jump to conclusions like this. It's bullshit. You sit here on the internet judging other people about not wanting kids to talk at the dinner table, but while you were replying, I was busy hanging out with my kids. I didn't even notice the mean responses until I got a text about it. I mean, really? Here I am making duct tape flowers with my kids and you're taking time away from your kids to judge me.
Think about that next time you want to post some random judgmental bullshit on someone's posts. Just saying.
P.S. In case you missed it, our kids DO talk at the dinner table. Just like they tie their shoes in BIG loops instead of small ones (another random-weird pet peeve I have), just like they chew their food too loudly sometimes, just like they like to listen to suuuuper annoying pop music. They're kids. It happens. And I'm okay with that.
P.P.S. Even if my kids weren't allowed to talk at the dinner table – for whatever reason – I'm pretty sure there are way worse things going on. Even in your own home. Sweep under your own rugs before you go looking under mine.