Back in the day I can recall feeling like Thanksgiving was often forced family fun. Growing up my sisters and I had to house hop on the holidays and it always seemed so crazy, never a peaceful day of reflection and living in the moment giving thanks for what we have right here and right now. I remember hoping that someday I would have one place to be on the holidays to celebrate in a simple and relaxed manner.
Truth be told there are few days of simple or relaxed around here but today we made a valid attempt at doing what should be done on Thanksgiving. We started with coffee and the parade, made crepes with Nutella of course and as much whipped cream as Dad would allow. We spent time talking with our children, working through a few arguements and misunderstandings (comes with the territory and I am jsut keeping it real) and making a cake for our birthday boy. We washed too many dishes, sprinkled in a bit of ping pong and more coffee and then headed very nearby to Grandma’s house.
We played our favorite “All in the Family, ” and I almost had them stumped as Bette Midler when my son pronounced her as Betty Milner. so darn funny. You have to play. My Dad and mother in law did all the cooking so I could just chill, play with kiddos and even spent some time reading. The whole day just seemed to have a positive vibe of awareness for all we are blessed to have, to share , to do and to know in our lives. Countiung blessings can be so hard. Children argue, children disobey, we discover a flat tire just as we are ready to leave, laundry piles up and again children argue. We hear the sad news that long time friends are enduring a suicide this Thanksgiving week and we are unsure of how to handle next steps for several situations involving our children. There are so many things to get in the way of our joy, hope and of course our gratitude. For me the battle rages and I have the internal fight. Black Friday which is slowly becoming black Thursday is a perfct example of the battle that happens to many of us within. Of course I do not need to head out shopping on Thanksgiving evening but every commercial makes it sound so appealing. I fight for the day of gratitude to be a day of enough. The reality is that the more stuff we accumulate the more work there is to store it, clean it, shift it and well you know what I mean. We all do it. We over do it until we are nearly sick. This Thanksgiving day I fought to see the joy and have the simple trump the chaos. I chose the couch and deeper interactions with my children over more pintrest projects I didn’t complete or the elaborate tablescape. It was full and festive and enough. I am grateful for a wild and crazy family and blessed to have God writing my story in the good the bad and even the ugly.
Grateful today and richly blessed…
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours.