Habits may turn into rituals without one being aware.
When the children were small, they would invariably be hungry at the end of the day. P would come home rather late, but we valued having dinner together with the children. So I would tide over that cranky period by planting them in front of Sesame Street with a “bowl” each. It contained squares of cheese or lunch meat, slices of cucumber or apple, packages of Sunmaid raisons, a handful of potato chips –most of it healthy stuff, not always.
When they were older and they asked for a “bowl”, I said they could make it themselves. O no! The charm of a “bowl” was the surprise of what was in it.
Both children still talk about what magic this ritual held for them.
We did all right then!