When I was married, we hosted a big Thanksgiving party every year. China, crystal, champagne, the delicious things that my friends made and brought to the table. Our feast occurred for two decades and I never imagined that changing.
When I was a little kid we had a tradition, too. The day was spent at my grandparent's or at my Aunt Mary's and I never really expected that ritual to change either.
But I never made it to the adult's table before my grandparents and my aunt died, and the house in which I thought I'd be serving up turkey and dressing for at least another decade isn't mine anymore. I think I'm figuring this part of life out-- things change.
This year as I make my Thanksgiving plans, I'm discovering, that already, they're going to be different from the "new tradition" that began last year. I like rhythm and ritual, but I'm starting to see that this new unpredictability is my rhythm. I'm a little awkward, but I think I'm feeling it. I'm dancing to the beat.
2 comments:
Thanksgiving is over-rated as far as I'm concerned. But I know it must be hard for you and really admire your flexibility and resilience...
I have friends who refuse to celebrate a holiday commemorating the betrayal of the native people by their guests (us).
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