Weekly family dinner is has been a reality for my whole life. Every Sunday evening, my three siblings, my mom, and aunt visit my grandparents for an Italian-style dinner. With the table set and the food finally uncovered, conversations and laughter ensue. Eye contact strengthens the mood as wine glasses’ high-pitched clinking echoes in unison for a toast. 

Every week, I watch my grandma, whom my siblings and I call Nonni, a derivative of “Nonna” or “grandma,” let familiarity, memories, and fondness guide her cooking without a recipe. My grandpa, raised in New York, mumbles obscenities under his breath and uses the word “sangwich” for sandwich.  

One week, I invited one of my friends –and only child – to join us: She was elated and told me afterwards that it was everything she imagined it would be. Like all our guests, she left my grandparents’ house feeling full, hugged, and already plotting her return.

Why your family needs this too

Somewhere in the back of your mind you’re thinking, my family is far from perfect. And some of you are even thinking, my family is far from Sicilian-American. I can help with the first one. 

Like yours, my family is far from perfect. My aunt and mom are tougher than any culinary critic if the food isn’t up to par. We’re all impatient before the meal arrives. Nonni needs her chardonnay – or heads will roll. Every week, my aunt and grandpa squabble over finances, the latest sports game, or who’s accomplished what (or hasn’t). Oh, and they insist on sitting next to each other. Every single time.

But here’s the thing: a weekly family dinner is not about looking like we have it all together. It’s about showing up for one another—again and again.

More than just a meal

A weekly family dinner builds pride, loyalty, and a deep sense of gratitude for family—something that feels increasingly rare today. I’ve learned to respect my elders and value tradition. I care about people’s stories, partly because I grew up surrounded by a million conversations at a crowded dinner table.

This simple ritual brings consistency and stability to your children’s lives. It’s a regular reminder that you prioritize your family and value what each person brings to the table—literally and metaphorically.

Sunday night dinners made me want to learn to cook, because I saw how a good meal brings people together.

Practically speaking, it teaches your kids about boundaries and responsibility to family. Even now, as a college student, I almost never miss Sunday dinner—and honestly, I don’t want to. Those meals, those memories, that love? They’re the reason I chose to stay close to home for school. I’m convinced it’s also why I have a charism for hospitality today.

A weekly dinner will transform your nuclear family. It weaves bonds between siblings, shapes how your children view you as parents, and lays the groundwork for communication skills they’ll carry into adulthood. Plus, let’s be real—being the go-to dinner party guest later in life? Not a bad bonus.

Making it your own

You don’t need Rosemary Clooney and Dean Martin on the radio to start a tradition.

Maybe it’s Taco Tuesday, or another night that works better for your crew. The goal isn’t to copy someone else’s home culture – it’s to create your own. Maybe your weekly family dinner is just your nuclear family (the in-laws can sit this one out), or maybe it’s your chosen family: friends who feel like home, gathered around a cluttered table with mismatched plates once a month.

Family isn’t just about blood. It’s about who treats you – and loves you – like you belong.

In a world that never stops moving, Sunday dinner (or whatever day you choose) is your warm, delicious invitation to slow down, dig in, and savor what matters most.