Thanksgiving revolved around family and food when I was a child. My mom spent days planning out how she was going to make everyone’s favorite dish and favorite pie (some years she made 10 pies) for Thanksgiving dinner.
Every year my grandmother and aunt and uncle and cousins would gather. We would overdose on food and then spend the rest of the afternoon just being together as a family. Happy times. Good memories.
So imagine how thrilled I was to realize my first baby would be born around Thanksgiving. I just knew it meant a lifetime of happy Thanksgiving memories. Burst that bubble. Year after year, I tried to re-create my childhood Thanksgiving happiness, but after the food was cooked and picked at by the world’s pickiest kids, I always felt disappointed and yes, quite sad.
Something was missing.
Only in recent years have I finally come to accept that Thanksgiving will never be the same as those of my childhood—or that everything will be perfect, something so many of us try to achieve, especially on holidays. So the day in our home has been less about the food and tradition and more about simply being together. I still cook a big meal, but then we head to the movies. When the kids slip their hands into mine, look up at me with their huge blue eyes and tell me it was the best day ever, I know we’ve created a memory as a family.
That is, after all, what the holidays are all about.
I wish you all happy memory-making this month with your family.