Every Thanksgiving for donkey’s years I made the traditional “feast” for my family. We’d have friends over for the day and it was always nice to spend time with them. But….
I always got a little bit annoyed (okay, I became madder than all get out) when I spent seven to ten hours creating a beautiful meal to have it all eatend within twenty minutes by a bunch of ungrateful argumentative brats!
Yep, Thanksgiving seemed to become a day of one-upmanship around our place. My brothers were “smarter” my sister was “prettier” their relationships were “better” or “more meaningful”, their kids were more “well behaved”…..you name it and my family was just oh so much more wonderful than we could ever hope to be.
I stopped inviting anyone in my immediate family to our home after several years of this attitude on their part. Instead, we focussed upon the less tradition stuff. We helped out at shelters and half-way houses. And we ordered a takeaway Pizza for our own dinner. Thanksgiving became a day of true thanks again.
There is NOTHING in the world that makes me feel better than seeing a small child’s eyes light up when seeing a cooked turkey for the first time. Or getting to have a second helping and no one says “we have to save that for later”. I haven’t cooked a turkey for my family for over 20 years now and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I spend the day helping out in soup kitchens, or sober-living houses, or parole half-way houses or homeless shelters GIVING of my time, my energy, my smiles and grateful attitude. And I am truely thankful for the life I have that I can share.
Last year, and the year before, George and I had a traditional thanksgiving with our friends Angie and Garry. We had the turkey, the dressings, all the side dishes you can imagine and it was wonderful! This year, our friends have traveled to Angie’s brothers home to spend the day with her siblings and their kids. And I am spending mine at the local Salvation Army.
And I am grateful.