Breakfast Television

Growing up, I remember my mom always telling me I'm not allowed to sit in the living room and eat food. My siblings and I did anyways, just when she wasn't home. We loved watching cartoons and eating our cereal, or a hot dog (we ate a lot of hot dogs, which is horrible now that I think back to it). It didn't seem like a big deal to me. Now my son is 3, (almost 4 - yay!) and he enjoys watching TV and eating his cereal in the mornings as well. He hasn't started school yet, and when we start in September, he will be enrolled in afternoon classes, so mornings will still be free for cartoon/breakfast time. And to make things worse, his dad enjoys eating his dinner in front of the TV from time to time as well. I used to nag and tell them to eat at the kitchen table, but have recently given up on this battle. It wasn't an easy battle to lose, however now that I have let go, I feel a lot of liberation. Here's why.

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"Dinner at the table" seems like a concept that has a time and place. Dinners were a time (and still are for some) when families sat together and talked about their days. It was considered a time to converse, a time for everyone to get in touch with each other. Kids would come home from school, parents would come home from work and it would be family time. I think of our family a little differently right now. Me and the kids are home during the days, and they are home with their dad in the evenings while I am at work. I work part time, and will continue to, until my kids are going to school full days. So right now, they have lunch with me (at the kitchen table), and dinner with dad in front of the TV, usually watching something like America's Funniest Videos. My husband and son laugh and laugh, my husband finishes his meal, and feeds my son the rest of his meal after my son complains that no one is feeding him (Daddy, no one is even feeding me! *big sad face*).

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My son and his dad have their quality time right before bed. When I am home, we hang out in one bedroom, play 'hide under the blanket', read books, practice counting. If I am in another room I hear them talking about their days as well. We also use other time to connect, i.e. car rides.

So yes, I have lost the battle of kitchen table. And rather than feeling upset about it, I reassure myself that a slow change to the kitchen table is better than me yelling and my son crying his eyes out because he will miss his beloved Caillou. And I am sure there are more moms just like me out there, who don't mind letting their kids eat their Rice Krispies in front of the TV... right ladies?