Thanksgiving is one of those holidays I struggle with. I like the idea of it, but have difficulty with the realty of it. Perhaps it has something to do with us being a relatively small family, but I’ve been to larger functions that don’t feel right either.
In my mind, we’re supposed to have loads of people, lots of food, and kids everywhere. And it should not be quiet. People should be talking, laughing, and generally getting along. In realty, we usually have more food than we need. And it often feels like we are milling about the house or watching tv, waiting for dinner. Some of us participate by peeling potatoes, while others do the serious cooking. Actually, I don’t mind peeling potatoes.
My favorite part of thanksgiving has been the gratitude list. We hang a big sheet of white butcher paper on the wall and people share whatever they are grateful for. Its not unusual to read about candy, politics, family members alive and dead, tv shows, games, and more. Also I’ve enjoyed going to the parade with the kids. One year, we met some foreign students visiting the city and invited them to join our celebration. I liked the randomness of that experience.
As I write, I see what I want to build from. It is important to me that the kids experience something special whether we have 7 people or 27 people. I’m thinking of going to a church service, maybe stop by a museum for the kids, and even going out for a meal. I think since I’m not bound by rigid holiday traditions, I’m still in search of pieces of the Thanksgiving puzzle that feel right.