An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

Monday, March 11, 2013

The Family Meeting

Last night we gathered as a family to pray the Stations of the Cross. There, sitting around the kitchen table, I was filled with such gratitude as I listened to the sound of the boys' voices as they prayed aloud:  Timothy's sweet voice reassuring me that he is still my baby, Nicholas' deep one reminding us that he will be going to college in a few short months, and Jonathan's voice which cracks (sometimes high, sometimes low) and makes us all grin.

It was a peaceful moment which (hopefully) set the tone for the family meeting which followed immediately afterwards.

Do you ever have those? A family meeting to discuss issues such as behavior, attitude, chores, expectations and goals? In our family, we make it a big deal and announce it ahead of time ("Tonight we're having a family powwow!") which, believe me, has everyone mentally doing an examination of conscience on the spot.

Truthfully, though, a powwow in our family can go any direction: sometimes the meetings are fun (such as when we discuss vacation plans), sometimes they're serious, and sometimes they involve a private, one-on-one discussion with each son.

Last night we had some of those.

The point is, when we hold these meetings everyone is prepared to pay attention, participate, contribute and, if needed, make some changes. And somehow, even when we go over serious issues, the meetings always end with laughter, teasing, and hugs.

So, how did last night's family powwow go?

I'll find out in a minute when I go upstairs and see if he-who-shall-not-be-named made his bed this morning (which would be the first time in nine days), if someone picked up his Pokémon cards, and if you-know-who finished his essay.

Our prayer candle

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