Growing up, my family and extended family would gather for holidays like Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter. As more cousins were born, we also gathered for family birthday parties for each kid in the family. By 1992, that equaled almost one birthday a month. Many of us are familiar on days like these with the idea of a big people table, and a little kid table. Even once I was technically old enough not to be considered a little kid, I still got to watch over the rest of them for a couple more years. As the oldest by four years, it was a role I, usually, graciously played. I sure longed for my place at the adult table, though. On the outside, I waited patiently, but on the inside it wasn’t such an easy scene. Other moments like this crop up for some of us throughout life. There are a lot of different tables we desire to sit at, whether they be actual tables, or just places of connection or inclusion. Tables where conversations are had, decisions are made, or others f...