In the 12 years since I’ve been married, I’ve never cooked a Thanksgiving dinner. Right after we were married, we celebrated our first Thanksgiving together. I decided that I would make enchiladas.
Because tradition is important to me. And I’m sure that’s what the pilgrims dined on if they decided that a whole turkey would be overkill for two.
Thankfully, sweet friends of ours took pity on us and invited us over for a dinner which I’m still thinking about. It was an impressive layout, which she effortless served, for a gathering of about 20. It was the best meal I think I’ve ever had.
And there wasn’t an enchilada in sight.
The next year we had moved to Florida and began the tradition of sharing Thanksgiving dinner with Fiddledaddy’s large, loud, and raucous family. All of these years, I’ve mostly been in charge of bringing the mashed potatoes and the Death by Chocolate Cake.
This year may be different.
I am beginning to mentally prepare myself for the fact that I will likely have sick children, and they will be dependent on me for Thanksgiving sustenance.
Because sadly, Carrabbas will not be available for take-out on Thursday.
My sweet Emme stopped making out her Last Will & Testament long enough today to allow her father to take her to Urgent Care down the street. She was diagnosed with a pretty nasty ear infection. But she’s going to live. I did receive a report that she nearly hit the nurse who administered the strep test. The nurse was fast on her feet and stepped back just in time.
I’m so glad that Emme failed to make contact. Urgent Care charges extra if you deck a health care professional.
The other two siblings are still fighting a cold. But they are on the mend. I know this because they expended most of their energy today torturing one another. And me, just for sport.
The last time I prepared a Thanksgiving dinner was 1992 ish, in my tiny kitchen in Burbank, with my mom by my side.
Me & my mom during Thanksgiving dinner preparations, circa 1992
I am not afraid. I come from good southern stock, and I have no doubt that my mom, who is always in my heart, will guide me. But she would totally understand if say, packaged gravy were to make an appearance.
Instead of FREAKING OUT, which is what I would normally do, I’m going to think about all that I am grateful for. I am so thankful for my family that surrounds me. I’m thankful for an unfailing God, who provides for my little family. I’m thankful for a community of moms and women that continue to encourage and inspire me.
God bless you and your families.
I’m going to take a nice long weekend and regroup (read: drag out my stretchypants). I’ll likely post a few things from the archives because I’m not above re-runs.
Happy Thanksgiving and I’ll see y’all next week!