I grew up in a large family where I was given a seat at our family table from the time I was born. At first—I sat at a corner in a baby seat. While I did not eat from the table in those early days, I was the recipient of rich, life-giving nourishment.
I began to observe the exchange of words used to create a conversation.
I observed the use of manners and the extension of hospitality.
I participated as we paused to give thanks.
I observed the art of story telling, taking turns and what it means to pass the potatoes to the left. Before long I moved to a highchair—where I was invited to experience the rich morsels of food the rest of the family enjoyed.