Around the Dinner Table: What’s a family?

TV dinner

While digging through the pile of papers in my seven-year-old’s backpack, I came across a copy of a page from the district reading curriculum that includes the weekly spelling words and a couple of ‘Guiding Questions’ for parents to talk to their kids about at home during the week.   To be brutally honest, I often put these directly into the recycle bin — we’ve got curiosity and interesting conversations to spare at our house —  but my interest was piqued by this one because the Guiding Questions were:

“How are families alike?” and “How are families different?”

So, as we set the dinner table with our usual assortment of mismatched plates and plastic cups the kids had caught at Mardi Gras parades in Louisiana, I asked whether they had been talking about families at school.   Stuart said yes.   He said they had talked mostly about how many siblings people had.   The teacher called out numbers, beginning with one, and asked the kids to raise their hands when she called out the number of siblings they had.   He felt bad for one friend who is an only child.   Indignant, he exclaimed:   “But Mom!   She shoulda said zero!   She shoulda said:   ‘Who has zero siblings?'”   Stuart reported that they also talked about how some families have only a mom, some families have step-parents and half-siblings and some have a grandparent living with them.

Being something of a pot-stirrer, I said:   “That’s great.   Did you talk about how some families have two moms or some maybe have two dads?”   He paused for a moment and then said:   “Umm, no, we didn’t exactly talk about that…”

I started in on an impromptu soapbox speech about how the teacher should’ve expanded her definition of what qualifies as a “family,” but was interrupted by this little gem, spoken with an upturned eyebrow and a Cheshire Cat grin:

“We also didn’t talk about how some families have one dad and seven wives.”

Oh boy, did everyone laugh at that.   My girls suggested that you could have a different mom in charge for each day of the week.   I said I would want to be the Thursday mom because I like Thursdays this semester.

After everyone settled down and all our food was ‘prepared’ -a frozen entree here, a bowl of cereal there (no second shift for me, thank you very much)-Stuart declared:   “Mom, I just think there’s all different kinds of families and they’re all good.”

That’s my boy.   He gets it.

P.S.   He’s 7.